[Verse 1:]
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Now you're gone life moves on without you,
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You always wanted me to write a song about you,
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Where to begin? I caught her in fling,
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They've been asking where you've been so I thought I'd fill them in,
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See there's nothing that I wouldn't put past you,
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When she got a lot of men that's the harsh truth,
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You find the truth hard to swallow, gotta ask you?
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Kind regards I've been doing well these past few,
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She's a master with plans and a terrible feud,
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Leaving scars on a man if she's ever pursued,
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Even after you're damned and aware of the wound,
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Your beating hearts in her hand like the a¢æ?Temple of Doom',
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She's a beast in disguise of a sweet song siren,
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That feasts on admirers so keep on driving,
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Unleashed like the virus Calici we're blinded,
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And weak so she think she can keep on lying?
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Enough is enough its just counter productive,
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When trust is inductive to being so fucked with,
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And love is a high you can buy in a substance,
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Know what? Fuck this it was always destructive,
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I'm a let you know I've yet you go,
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You'll never affect my mode get dressed and go,
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You better test the road so step and know,
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Your left alone to be another stepping stone it goes
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[Verse 2: Suffa]
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She slept on the couch for about four days or so,
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Then left like a southpaw, bout four days ago,
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I'm blessed with a mouth than can outtalk ASIO,
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But from this fallout my poor mouth couldn't save me so,
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Now I spend my days alone, playing me some Maseo,
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Telephone messages; I doubt she ever plays a¢æ?em though,
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CD in the stereo, TV on the radio,
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I was a lover, but the love it couldn't save me though,
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Baby don't play me, don't break me yo save me,
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Don't make me go crazy like saying don't taze me bro,
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Maybe you're right, and it's all for the best,
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And maybe you're right, but I'm all you'll have left,
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When the best friends head for the S bend,
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Less than zero, you'll need me like a western hero,
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You used to use my chest as a pillow, paro,
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Now my heart is just a target for an arrow
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[Verse 3: Suffa]
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Every breath you take is filling the,a¢æ¡§
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Lungs that hug the heart that's killing me,
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Feelings Suffa foster for her,
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Lost her, not my lover, Billy Jean,
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So pretty please, to a girl so pretty, please,
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You really need to not make me crawl like a millipede,
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Feeling the fool? Maybe you're not fulfilling me,
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But silly me, I'm feeling this Philly's all I really need like
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Now You're Gone
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| Hilltop Hoods |
