The next time that you leave
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I'll throw everything you own
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so you'll have no reason,
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no reason to return
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The next time that you leave
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I'll burn out my memories,
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I don't need reminders,
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remind me to forget
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You are not a master
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maybe you have mastered
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different games that worked with others
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but I am not the others,
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You are just a bastard...
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The next time that you leave
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I'll learn how to walk again
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walking towards no future
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futureless but not for long
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The next time that you leave
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I'll turn over in my sleep
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none there beside me
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besides the sides you've picked your side
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You are not the person
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I expect to grow old with
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but you have changed your colors
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and I am not your colors
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This has simply worsened...
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The next time that you leave
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maybe I'll have loads of parties,
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maybe I'll sit quietly
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maybe you won't know
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Next Time That You Leave
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| Bob Mould |
