Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late
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I hear the door slam shut you've gone and now it's so late
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I can still feel the sting your hand across my face
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Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you
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Still I'm sitting alone again
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I feel I'm riding the same thing again
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And if I want to I can just shut up
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Now I know that I've got
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Nothing to prove to you
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Nothing to prove to you
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Nothing to prove to you
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Nothing to prove to you
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And still I'm fighting 'cuz there's
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Something to prove to
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I hear your car drive in the lot it's 3 this morning
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I don't know how to feel or what to say or should I ask
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Where have you been what could I do you're drunk I'm sorry
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Then we lay down I feel so numb I wish you'd kill me
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Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late
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I hear the door slam shut you've gone and now it's so late
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I can still feel the sting your hand across my face
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Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you
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[Chorus]
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Nothing To Prove
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| Goldfinger |
