It's complicated
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Technically I'm certified
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A walking declaration
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Of everything I couldn't get right
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Time is just an anchor
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But 7 years I think I'm right
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Now you've changed your number
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It's like a noose around my life
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Every pill I took in vain
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Every meal for you I made
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Every penny I put away
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Asking for flowers
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Is like asking you to be nice
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Don't tell me you're too tired
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10 years I've been working nights
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My life is like a picture left
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Out too long in the sun
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Now I'm trying to remember all
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The faces of the names i've loved
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And all that's left of me now is
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A cigarette burning bright
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And a fading memory of all the things
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I tried to get right
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Every pill I took in vain
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Every meal for you I made
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Every penny I put away
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Asking for flowers
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Is like asking you to be nice
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Don't tell me you're too tired
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10 years I've been working nights
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Every pill I took in vain
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Every meal for you I made
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Every bill I went and paid
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Every card I signed my name
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Every time I poured my heart out
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Every threat you made to move out
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Every cruel word you let just slip out
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Every cruel word you let just slip out
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Asking For Flowers
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| Kathleen Edwards |
