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| Bitterness is real My love I said You never missed the call To come through with it Bitterness is sweet Sorry that I broke your spirit Only I thought I could bring you like a leach to my soul Things we used to be How we used to feel To say we knew each other wouldn’t be fair Things we used to be How it used to feel As far in as we’re out Gaining knowledge losing ground I wonder when the sense begins… The sentiment is real In the blackness of the hate of my love Lost is the pain The burden of loyalty can bring What a way to be You ever think you’d break my spirit? Did you know all along That you’d bring me like a leach to your soul? Things we used to be How it used to feel To say we knew each other wouldn’t be fair Things we used to be How we used to feel more of you… less of me… more of you… less of me… more of you… less of me… less of me… more of you… less of me… more of you… less of me… more of you… © 2002 Fitzgerald |
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