Still stepping over me
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Little, he needs
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(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)
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Little, you may need
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And you know how sometimes
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When your face gives right in to him
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You've chosen your life for your man, yea
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And look at your goals
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Standing at his feet
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(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)
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Sometimes he flailed
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But you're glad he cares
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But you're glad he
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And you died sometimes
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When your face gives right in to him
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You've chosen your life for your man, yea
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For him? For yourself?
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Futile, in love
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(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)
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Futile is this fever
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And you died
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Did I see dark lines?
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So, what have you got now?
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Futile, in love
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(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)
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Futile is this fever
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The spirit of life fires me now [x3]
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The spirit of life fires me
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The Itchy Glowbo Blow
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| Cocteau Twins |
