Solitaire, such a fateful game
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She turns her cards and writes her name on the napkin
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Mow she turns another card
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She dreams about the house and romance
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He promised but won't deliver
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She waits alone
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With dried out hopes
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And dormant phone
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She waits for years
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And fantasies melt
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New ones appear
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But they won't help
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And again she catches him
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Eye pulls away with light too dim
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She calls his name and runs around
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But he was faster
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All alone in a bad part of town
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She waits again
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With dried out hopes
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And things made for him
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A little ride, a little fun was all
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He held her tight, got tired and then let go
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The strain on her heart
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She believed a lying blackheart
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Painted with promises
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Then he left her on the floor
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With only the mirror to curse
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"Should've known better"
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But how she cried...
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She Cried
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Toad The Wet Sprocket |