| To do what I should do, to long for you to hear
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| I open up my heart and watch her name appear
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| A word for you to use, a girl without a cause
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| A name for what you lose when it was never yours
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| The first time, baby, that I came to you
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| I’d do things that you want me to
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| The second time, baby, that I came to you
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| Oh, you found my love for you
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| The third time, baby, that I came to you
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| Oh, oh, oh, I knew
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| The last time, baby, that I came to you
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| Oh, how your flesh and blood became the word
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| A name the girl outgrew, the girl was never real
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| She stands for your abuse, the girl is no ideal
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| It’s a word for what you do in a world of broken rules
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| She found a place for you along her chain of fools
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| The first time, baby, that I came to you
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| I’d do things that you want me to
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| The second time, baby, that I came to you
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| Oh, you found my love for you
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| The third time, baby, that I came to you
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| Oh, oh, oh, I knew
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| The last time, baby, that I came to you
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| Oh, how your flesh and blood became the word
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| Oh how your flesh and blood
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| Oh how your flesh and blood
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| Oh how your flesh and blood
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| Oh how your flesh and blood
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| Oh how your flesh and blood
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| Oh how your flesh and blood
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| Oh how your flesh and blood
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| Oh how
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| Oh how
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| Oh how |