I watched her smile
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Dissolve like Alka Seltzer
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And in all honesty
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Man, I wish I could have helped her
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But the words I spoke
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Fell leaden to the ground
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Hitting that carpet
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With a muffled clanging sound
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I remember sitting later on the 253
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Trying not to cry
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But the crime's on me
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Sick to my stomach
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Feel so guilty
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But I can't change the fact that
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She had nothing that I needed
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So over years the love receded
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A bit like her old man's hairline
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.. And mine
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And at first,
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She was all that I could see
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'Til other girls appeared in my periphery
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And we lost something,
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Or so it seems
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Fading like her favorite jeans
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I can't read her face
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Listen in an unknown language
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I just hold her pretty hand
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'Cause that's about all I can manage
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I wish you wouldn't look at me that way
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Knowing I'm a selfish bastard
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She'll be thanking me one day
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And maybe we can even laugh at this after
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I remember sitting later on the 253
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Trying not to cry
|
But the crimes on me
|
Sick to my stomach
|
Feel so guilty
|
But I can't change the fact that
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She had nothing that I needed
|
So over years the love receded
|
A bit like her old man's hairline
|
.. And mine
|
|
And at first,
|
She was all that I could see
|
'Til other girls appeared in my periphery
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And we lost something,
|
Or so it seems
|
Fading like her favorite jeans
|
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No, no, no, no promises
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No, no, no, no promises
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No, no, no, no promises
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No promises
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No promises
|
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And this is the final curtain call
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As in and out of love we fall
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And it's toO late to change that
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Oh, it's too late to explain
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That..
|
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She had nothing that I needed
|
So over years the love receded
|
A bit like her old man's hairline
|
.. And mine
|
|
And at first,
|
She was all that I could see
|
'Til other girls appeared in my periphery
|
And we lost something,
|
Or so it seems
|
Fading like her favorite jeans
|
|
She had nothing that I needed
|
So over years the love receded
|
A bit like her old man's hairline
|
.. And mine
|
|
And at first,
|
She was all that I could see
|
'Til other girls appeared in my periphery
|
And we lost something,
|
Or so it seems
|
Fading like her favorite jeans
|
|
No, no, no, no promises
|
No, no, no, no promises
|
No, no, no, no promises
|
No promises
|
No promises
|
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No, no, no, no promises
|
No, no, no, no promises
|
No, no, no, no promises
|
No promises
|
No promises
|
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253
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Just Jack |