All the nights I spend, waiting
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Time moves so slow
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Leaning on my friends, complaining
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Why it's so hard
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This girl's prepared for war
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And as for love, who knows what it's good for
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Except for crying yourself to sleep at night
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And for blowing down, your little heart
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Staring at your face, wondering
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What went wrong
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I cannot pretend, to be playing
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Anymore
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This girl's prepared for war
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And as for love, who knows what it's good for
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Except for crying yourself to sleep at night
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And for blowing down, your little heart
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This girl's prepared for war
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And as for love, who knows what it's good for
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Except for crying yourself to sleep at night
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And for blowing down, your little heart
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This Girl's Prepared For War
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| Bic Runga |
