Though its me thats on fire not this cigarette
I was stabbed in the back by that young suffragette
And what do I care if she leaves me alone
If I need somebody Ill pick up the phone
Ill put on my good face, clean up the flat
Im starting all over, good bye to all that
Put on some music and pour out a drink
Ill go back to bed and Ill try not to think

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She was a person I just couldnt see
And I tried to make her what she couldnt be
I tried and I tried, but of course in the end
I drove her crazy and right round the bend
Now its too much to just sit here and cry
I cant be seen with a tear in my eye

Why am I standing right next to the phone
When I kept on saying I must be alone

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I love you, why didnt I say that before
I guess that its safe now, shes walked through the door
Its hard when you know that youve got to go on
Feeling so weak and pretending your strong
I didnt see her, I only felt me
And one day Ill learn just which part of me bleeds
Now that shes gone I know she was great
But I fucked it up and now its too late

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