| So you regret the last five years of your life with me
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| Don’t you think that I feel the same way too?
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| Don’t you think that I feel the same way too?
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| Disengage your eyes at least one moment in the time
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| And soon you will know
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| Trace the lines on my face until you are underneath
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| Well it all starts real slow
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| Walking sleepless through the streets
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| I don’t understand a thing you mean
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| This relationship is based
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| On what trails across the CD case
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| And it will all soon come to an end
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| But if you don’t pick up the phone, you will regret it
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| Said it before but this time I mean it
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| 'Cause you, you keep telling me that you regret
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| All the things that we’ve done
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| I’ve tortured you, that I’m willing to admit
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| Guilt-ridden for those years
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| Trying to forget from now on, from now on
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| I met her at a show, her dress was stained
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| And her eyes had a glow
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| There were no lines to trace on that face
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| But I will make my way underneath
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| I’ll just start real slow
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| Walking sleepless through the streets
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| I don’t understand a thing you mean
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| Well this relationship is based
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| On what trails across the CD case
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| And it will all soon come to an end
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| But if you don’t pick up the phone, you will regret it
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| Said it before and this time I mean it
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| 'Cause you, you keep telling me that you regret
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| All the things that we’ve done
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| I’ve tortured you, that I’m willing to admit
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| Guilt-ridden for those years
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| Trying to forget, from now on, from now on
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| From now on, from now on
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| Said it before and this time I mean it
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| 'Cause if you don’t pick up the phone, you will regret it
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| I wanna die, I wanna die, well |