Words keep falling from my mouth,
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trying just to slow them down.
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Keep on spilling around,
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saying "Why do you hurt me?"
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And if anger is my gift,
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the only gift I'm fit to bring
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Then put me on your shelf,
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see the wind turn me.
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If it's the only gift I'm fit to give,
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then put me on your shelf, I don't want to live
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What's in that suitcase?
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A picture and a name.
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Brought here from someplace,
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not brought here to stay.
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She picks up the pieces,
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puts down the phone.
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Yes, baby's not speaking
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to her angel anymore, no.
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If it's the only gift I'm fit to give
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then put me on your shelf, I don't want to live
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If it's the only gift I'm fit to give
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then put me on your shelf, I don't want to live
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this way. This way. My love, this way, this way, my love.
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All of my actions are no consequence of you.
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My love and affection just doesn't know what to do.
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How can I love anyone else when I can't trust my...
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Shelf Life
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| Seven Mary Three |
