quit
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if you're through with it
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you are gonna make me sick
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sitting their with your hands in your hair
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quit
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if you're through with it
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you are gonna make me sick
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no one cares who you carried to get here
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quit
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in a quiet murmur of spit
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cash it in with a whisper of wit
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haven't you seen them
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loving your commitment
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the show of a man who feigns
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a love that i love
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now i said it
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so by the time you come to
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we'll know just what to do
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we'll be singing and dancing
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for the death of romancing
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yeah i have finally found her
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yeah show me where it hurts
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quit
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here's your punishment
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you had the best that you will ever see
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you wasted it
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now she sees the good in me
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quit
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we could talk for hours and hours about you
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but we don't
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what good could that possibly do
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so by the time you come to
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she finally forgot you
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we'll be singing and dancing
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our rebirth of romancing
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yeah she has finally found me
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yeah i'll show you where it hurts
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you won't hear me breathe
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i sleep so soundly
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hear me
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stepping over heads to get ahead
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at that rate you will surely get your due
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but you'll have to wait around
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until you are dead
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you won't hear us breathe
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we sleep so soundly
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your lost love and me
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we're not listening
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(so how does that feel now
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cut the power to the amplifier
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cut the cord to the generator
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break every living mirror
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in your ever-elevator
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on paper you hate her
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but to her face you're a savior)
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pu my headphones on
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and you'll all be gone
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Quit
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Hey Mercedes |