| Honestly, relax my dear, it’s clear that we are done
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| It doesn’t take a scientist to figure out that one
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| It’s obvious, the way you move, the way you hold your head
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| The way you hide your pretty eyes and shift across the bed
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| You say «Worse things happen at sea»
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| I say «Worse things have happened to me»
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| Honestly, I’ll be just fine, this isn’t my first time
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| I’ve taken blows before and every time I have survived
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| You made it clear you didn’t care, you never did pretend
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| And in the end at least you never try to fuck my friends
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| You say «Worse things happen at sea»
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| I say «Worse things have happened to me»
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| Bitter eyes to the bedroom floor
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| And we’re not going to talk anymore
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| Honestly it doesn’t matter, I know better than
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| To cry over spilt milk, wasted effort, spoiled plans
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| We’re adults here so shed no tears, I’m sure we can be friends
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| I’ll nod and smile and watch you in the arms of other men
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| You say «Worse things happen at sea»
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| I say «Worse things have happened to me»
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| Bitter eyes to the bedroom floor
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| And we’re not going to talk anymore
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| We’ve got nothing to talk for
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| Honestly, your honesty, it has emerged unscathed
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| And I hope you’re doing fine, because me, I’m doing fucking great
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| And I wouldn’t want to waste another second of your time
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| I know my place, I know your face
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| So you hide yours and I’ll keep to mine
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| You say «Worse things happen at sea»
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| (I say «Worse things have happened to me»)
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| Bitter eyes to the bedroom floor
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| (And we’re not going to talk anymore)
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| We’ve got nothing to talk for
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| (You've got nothing to be sorry for)
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| I’ve got no one to care for
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| This is the worst thing that’s happened to me
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| I guess worse things happen at sea |