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Like a chill on a summer day |
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I try to run, but I can't get away |
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Don't need the, the lock is broken |
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And all of our words have been spoken |
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I understand, I understand |
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She's changin' hands, from me to you |
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There's nothing left that I can do |
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She's changin' hands, she's made her plans |
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And somehow I must stand and face the truth |
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Half past ten, quarter of the moon |
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Time's run out, one night too soon |
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Won't read the book, I know the ending |
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There is no use, in our pretending |
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I understand, I understand |
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She's changin' hands, from me to you |
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There's nothing left that I can do |
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She's changin' hands, she's made her plans |
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And somehow I must stand and face the truth |
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And the memory of her stare |
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Seems to haunt me everywhere |
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It's a mark I can't erase |
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It's a fact that's hard to face |
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She's changin' hands, from me to you |
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There's nothing left that I can do, no no |
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She's changin' hands, she's made her plans |
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And somehow I must stand and face the truth, yeah |
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Changin' hands, yeah yeah yeah |
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Changin' hands, yeah |
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I know she's changin' hands |
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Changin' hands |
