Starved eyes looking for something soft.
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Don't go astray. You were in love before tonight.
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And what made you change your mind,
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was it what she said?
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Was it what you said?
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Don't spend you time
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worried about what's right...
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turn around, walk away
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and close your eyes.
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Imagine what you would say
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if she treated you that way.
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It wouldn't feel good...
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but this feels better.
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Flush skin, glowing from treachery
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plotting an exit.
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It never ends as good as it begins
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And what of her?
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What will she think?
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Does she even need to know?
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Don't spend your time
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worried about what's right...
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turn around, and walk away
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and close your eyes
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Imagine what you would say
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if she treated you that way.
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It wouldn't feel good enough
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to risk it all; to spoil your love...
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but this feels better.
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What You Said
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| The Dear Hunter |
