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He answers the phone |
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So, I know you're not alone |
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I'll find only bad signs |
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If you've let him answer this time |
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When I return |
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To find letters that you've burnt |
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I'll find only bad signs |
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If you have burnt his, not mine |
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When you go out |
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I do not doubt |
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That I'll find only bad signs |
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By things that you leave here |
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I'd rather go blind |
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Than continue to find |
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Only bad signs |
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You know that you're leaving |
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I cannot guess |
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How much more I can take |
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When you're with him |
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Three's a crowd and a heartbreak |
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The look on your face |
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And the long silent days |
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I see only bad signs |
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If we are lost in our own home |
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The sun may rise |
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But not in my eyes |
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I see only bad signs |
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And sorrow and shadows |
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I just cannot guess |
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How much more I can take |
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When you're with him |
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Three's a crowd and a heartbreak |
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He answers the phone |
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So, I know you're not alone |
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I'll find only bad signs |
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If you've let him answer this time |
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When I return |
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To find letters that you've burnt |
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I'll find only bad signs |
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If you have burnt his, not mine |
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Only bad signs |
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Only bad signs |
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Only bad signs |
