She justified it then
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She may well justify forever
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She figures it's the only way
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To keep herself together
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Something about hotel rooms and horses
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And losing all her friends
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And hearing all their voices
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She rubs it out, she covers it over
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She's stronger by far, than a war-torn soldier
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She rubs it out
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She makes a little money
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And sends it to the mother
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She's living with some guy
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Who's fighting off the sharks
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She hopes some day
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She'll get some kind of letter
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Well you don't hold much
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If you haven't got the heart
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She rubs it out, she covers it over
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She's harder by far, than a war-torn soldier
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She rubs it out
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Some time ago, I thought that she was trying to move on
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I thought wrong
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She rubs it out, she covers it over
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She's harder by far, than a war-torn soldier
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I'd die for her gladly
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Lord knows I've told her
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But she rubs it out
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I justified it then
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I may well justify forever
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Rubbed Out
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Duncan Sheik |