It's a shame that I don't love you better
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Fateful words emblazoned on your sweater
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Made to move him
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From a distance
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Every line to outline your resistance.
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Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn? (x2)
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Fortunately he tries to placate her
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Tying notes to broken kitchenalia
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The way the ink blots
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On the sink stops
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Him from carving thoughts into the worktops
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Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn? (x2)
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The knots she ties
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In almost all her clothes
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Are growing greater by the day
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Her April showers
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Will have soon devoured
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The alacrity of May.
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Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn? (x2)
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It was always going to end like this (x3)
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It was always going to end like...
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Jennifer
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