(Hoffmann)
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Black was the curtain that you placed before my eyes
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I kept returning to the jealousy and lies
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But now I know that there will be no more tears
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Upon my pillow, pillow, my pillow
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Don¡¯t tell me about it
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As I¡¯m heading towards the door
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Don¡¯t tell me about it
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You should have tried to change before
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Don¡¯t tell me about it
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I don¡¯t want to hear a sound
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Don¡¯t tell me about it my love
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I¡¯m going to leave you now
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You found a rage in me that no one¡¯s touched before
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You turned a page in me, I sent you to the floor
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But now I¡¯m telling you there¡¯ll be no more screams
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Into my pillow, pillow, my pillow
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Don¡¯t tell me about it¡¦
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Take was the name of the game that you played with me
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Take take me more away
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From the things that I did
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At the end of the day I was cold, so cold
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But now I said that I¡¯m done with the way that you treated me
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I won¡¯t be standing alone
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Don¡¯t tell me about it¡¦
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Don't Tell Me About It
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Kristin Hoffmann |