With this right of passage, cruel twist of fate, with every turn of every card I never see,
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until it's too late, the deed is done and leaves me wondering just where our love has gone
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I cannot say in honest truth that I still trust all my feelings for you.
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You knew that it was wrong,
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You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright,
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Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time
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and you'll start to see the light.
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Living with you is like being parked on double yellow lines waiting to be towed away,
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I'll pay the fines and I'll be back, but I'm running out of reasons to stay.
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You knew that it was wrong,
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You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright,
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Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time
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and you'll start to see the light.
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You knew that it was wrong,
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You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright,
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Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time
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and you'll start to see the light
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With this right of passage I reclaim my heart,
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I take my leave, as if on cue, I play no further part
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in your self-penned dramas,
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where each stolen kiss
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just goes to prove that happy endings don't exist.
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Dick, Simmonds. 1998 Fishy Music Ltd
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Rites of Passage
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