I used to know this girl
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Who gave her love away
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To every guy she met
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With all the games they played
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She never seemed to cry
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She never got upset
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And one by one they came
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And one by one they left
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I thought that I could fix her
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If she would let me in
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But all of my advances
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Were shut down in the end
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When days turned into months
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I begged her to explain
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And this is what she sang
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It's not like I'm a slut
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Or that I really like to fuck
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I just want every boy I see
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To walk away with part of me
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Until there's nothing left to hold
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Until there's nothing left to hate
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I appreciate your help
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But even you can't save me from myself
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I used to know this boy
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Who took notes in a book
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But he ripped out all the pages
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Before I got a look
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At all the words he scribbled
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At all the lines he filled
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But the ink stains on his fingers
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Told me he was skilled
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At capturing a feeling
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That most of us just miss
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The simple pain of living
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With goodbyes on our lips
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I found one of the pages
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Crumpled by her bed
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And this is how it read
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It's not like I am weak
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Or that I don't know how to leave
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It's just that every time you cheat
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You bring me closer to defeat
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Until there's nothing left to love
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Until there's nothing left to say
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I know that you need help
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But even I can't save you from yourself
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Japanese Gum
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| Her Space Holiday |
