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For crying out loud it's the girl next door |
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Lying there naked on the bathroom floor |
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Because of you, she left the room |
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And how about parents in the nursery homes |
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Every third sunday they get clean robes |
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It's no excuse, to leave the room |
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There's a bastard child in the parking lot |
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You could have told someone but you'd rather not |
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'Cause what's the use |
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They'd just blame you |
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You did nothing wrong |
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You did nothing at all |
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No, it's not your fault |
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If you did nothing at all |
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No you didn't it's been done before |
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The sun was shaking and your eyes were sore |
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The truth, hurts you |
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Your sisters tone on the phone was wrong |
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Her husband left and her kid got shot |
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There's no excuse for all this ruin |
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Begged and pleaded for another chance |
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You didn't wanna hear me now the dead can dance |
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And you left me in ruin |
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And you did nothing wrong |
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You did nothing at all |
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How could it be your fault |
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You did nothing at all |
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No you did nothing wrong |
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You did nothing at all |
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You did nothing wrong |
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You did nothing at all |
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How could it be your fault |
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You did - nothing at all |