| She’d rather repair her face with the lights turned off.
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| The door wide open in an empty house.
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| The frozen minutes are melting slow
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| as she watches from the window.
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| The street light’s flickering like a tongue that can’t stop licking.
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| Like the cat that caught the cream,
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| she’s never gonna be.
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| She’s never gonna be quite satisfied.
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| Just like a hundred dollar bill
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| folded up and tearing at the crease.
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| There’s not much left inside your chest,
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| but it’s worth much more than what you see.
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| Every burden has a version in somebody else.
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| She smokes her smokes outside to avoid the fight.
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| She’d rather be enjoying the silent stillness of the suburbs.
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| After midnight, what’s the point.
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| Don’t try to hide, don’t justify a thing.
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| She’s so naive to think she’d be capable.
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| Like the cat that got the cream,
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| she’s never gonna be quite satisfied.
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| Just like a hundred dollar bill
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| folded up and tearing at the crease.
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| There’s not much left inside your chest,
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| but it’s worth much more than what you see.
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| Just like a hundred dollar bill
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| folded up and tearing at the crease.
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| There’s not much left inside your chest,
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| but it’s worth much more than what you see.
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| And this will be the last time she hides her eyes behind her hair.
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| And this will be the last time, this will be the last time.
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| And this will be the last time she hides her eyes behind her hair.
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| And this will be the last time, this will be the last time.
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| Just like a hundred dollar bill
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| folded up and tearing at the crease.
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| There’s not much left inside your chest,
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| but it’s worth much more than what you see.
|
| Just like a hundred dollar bill
|
| folded up and tearing at the crease.
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| There’s not much left inside your chest,
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| but it’s worth much more than what you see.
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| And this will be the last time she hides her eyes behind her hair.
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| And this will be the last time, this will be the last time.
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| And this will be the last time she hides her eyes behind her hair.
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| And this will be the last time, this one last chance to say goodbye. |