| I might crash and hit the ground
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| But on my way down
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| I’ll be thinking about the lies
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| And how you could have warned me.
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| How your friends all new
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| How they stuck up for you
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| And now they don’t seem to know me.
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| Because shame, shame, shame
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| Shame, shame, shame
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| Spreads like fire on a bunch of autumn leaves.
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| True, true, true
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| True, true, true
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| The truth isn’t always so lovely.
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| When she found you, you were true
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| But her beauty beckoned you.
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| Your lips spread lies that hit like arrows
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| Pointed straight at my heart.
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| You could have left and moved away
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| But you choose to stay.
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| You will never see the way you could have saved me.
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| All these tears and wasted years,
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| The long lonely nights
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| I’ll never find a place to hide.
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| Because shame, shame, shame
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| Shame, shame, shame
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| Spreads like fire on a bunch of autumn leaves.
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| True, true, true
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| True, true, true
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| The truth isn’t always so lovely.
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| I might crash, might hit the ground
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| Sleep 'till noon, sleep 'till June
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| Or until the middle of September.
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| The truth is, you could have warned me.
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| Those arrows sting
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| I’ll be good by Spring.
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| Hide the shame, place the blame
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| You’re the one, you could have warned me.
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| Because shame, shame, shame
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| Shame, shame, shame
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| Spreads like fire on a bunch of autumn leaves.
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| True, true, true
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| True, true, true
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| The truth isn’t always so lovely |