I know you met the devil once when you were young
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You let him in, just to know to push away
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You made it twenty one years
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Before he turned you round
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To giving up
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We traded knowledge in
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Our fields of expertise and we partied away
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And you gave up on everything
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Do you think you'd still want to leave now?
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You always were just a stubborn kid back then.
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I saw the words that you wrote down
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On the back of your book in the room where we spent our days.
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I remember you told me you threw
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Your father's Jimmy Nail CD
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Out of the window of his car
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It didn't get you very far, in his good books
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Because I know when you got home
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He bent your spine over the back of a kitchen chair
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You lost so many days in there
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I thought I saw your reflection
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In the window of a passing car
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But I guess I was wrong
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All I am is wrong these days
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Boston Square
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| Deaf Havana |
