She stares out the window
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Counts raindrops until tommorrow
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Today sees her crying
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While Sting sings about the breath you take
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She'll take fighting chances
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Run head first into a brick wall
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Cause what doesn't kill her
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Makes it all just seem much closer
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She needs a crutch, needs a crush
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Feel the rush of infatuation
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She needs a way to feel the same that she once did
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He needs a lot less than she seems to be
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Too much to handle
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He won't say much
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Just leaving her in the dark
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The tension gets thicker
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The wine helps to counter-act the pain
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Her whine makes him crazy, so crazy that he's about to break
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To throw out his morals
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Would just seem to beg the question
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Is this really worth it?
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A risk he's sure not willing to take
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So she says, "To spite my face, I'm cutting off my nose for you
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I know you'd do the same thing too
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Revel in what you'll miss out
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You played me for a fool this time
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Good luck with all your future tries."
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So now it's done
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Say goodbye to the chance that was once within your reach
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Kiss farewell to your loss, to your lack of decency
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You'll never know what you missed, what you could have found in me
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Insincere is the word to describe you best from me
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A Bottle Of Red, A Bottle Of Spite
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Houston Calls |