Don't want him
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But she can't bear to tell him
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Don't love him
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Love is uncompromising
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Can't leave him
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No never never,
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So next time she meet him they'll both be in heaven.
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In a de corner,
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But she hardly makes a sound
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She never get the energy to hit the ground.
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Like her prescription
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The drink tastes bitter
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As she turns round
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Found out that something hit her
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Would he notice?
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No never never never
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Would he miss her?
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She doesn't really care
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I guess you thought it was an ordinary row.
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Well you were wrong.
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Just take a look at her now.
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She's leaving,
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Too late to take her home.
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She's going,
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Too late to tell her you love her.
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She's freezing,
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Rather be dead than alone.
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She's going,
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I think you're too late she's gone.
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Worry worry
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Over the way things are
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She tried to tell him
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About the way they might have been happy!,
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But now it's gone too far
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She'd rather die than live to behave so badly,
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She found out that you don't give a damn
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Just watch the spirit slipping out of her hand.
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She's leaving,
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Too late to take her home.
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She's going,
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Too late to tell her you love her.
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She's freezing,
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Rather be dead than alone.
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She's going,
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I think you're too late she's gone.
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She's going
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| The English Beat |
