She left before she’d even walked inShe must’ve seen that id been drinkingShe used to stand alone at the bar back thenIt’s good to understand who you are
She used to be the talk of the townI had her down as nobody’s clownYou’d question why she wasn’t with him, butShe weren’t the type you’d make wait around
You’d give a bit of somethingShe’d fill you up with nothing(And) somehow, you’d still feel you were freeShe’d let you fall in too deep
She made me in ways that others haven’tAnd played me, somehow while this happenedShe’d still save meCrying while I’m laughing again
She'd let you hang on every last wordAnd act as if it’s safe when it weren’tShe’d sit you at the front of the class andShe'd act like she’s surprised you ain’t passed
She'd give a little somethingAnd act as if it’s nothingAnd somehow you’d be happy it’s freeHow could it happen to me?

Well don't get any splinters on the floor

When you go down in the hole

Why don't you join people on the lawn

You work full time


Like a mole
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