It's Friday night and there's nothing left to talk about.
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The silence shatters like a glass pane broken on the ground,
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as your name rings out.
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It's been a while since I've spoke or even thought of you.
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I'd say I miss you but again the glares will shut me down,
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so I'll leave it out.
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Suspicions rattle every feeling that I had for you.
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They're overshadowing the times you said "forget them now." I listened well.
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All those lies that you'd hoped would never get around,
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Have finally surfaced and the contract out on your heart is collected now.
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You thought I'd never hear the rumors,
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and said "no matter what, don't listen."
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You think that I don't care about you.
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Well you brought it on yourself.
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Breaking hearts has become this little game to you.
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I'm sick of trying to mend up all the scattered parts of broken hearts.
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It's not enough that I know you've been with other guys,
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I've got to hear it from my best friend that he turned you down.
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And you've let me down.
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But the truth be told, I'm breaking down,
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and my jaded thoughts are fading out.
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Everything I used to say, I'll mean again.
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Three weeks have gone by since you've been in my mind.
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But tonight.... simple?, lonely?,
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PATHETIC me!, I cried.
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I'm forced to mock all that you stand for.
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So simply close your ears, don't listen.
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It's time you wise up to your senses.
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(I don't care about you.)
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And you'll hate this,
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and won't take it lying down.
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But you'll learn,
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You brought it on yourself.
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<font size=1>Thanks to <b>k-leb ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>
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Playing the Part
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| The Prize Fight |
