just to say that we believed
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now we are forgetting
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your dismay won't be appeased
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by more of this blood-letting
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at all
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just part of the rise and the fall
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and we spend lots of time sitting round in circles
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concentrating
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down the line, homeward bound
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you decide and i'll fill the date in
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so how can you say that you don't miss me?
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when all your dismay says oh could this be?
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how can you say that you don't miss me?
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when all your dismay says oh could this be war?
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you could hammer on the door
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to get back in
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until your fists are raw
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let this be one you will not win
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so how can you say that you don't miss me?
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when all your dismay says oh could this be?
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how can you say that you don't miss me?
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when all your dismay says oh could this be war?
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how can you say that you don't miss me?
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when all your dismay says oh could this be war?
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oh could this be war?
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could this be war?
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This Means War
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| The Beloved |
