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You try to give ‘em love and whaddya get?
Puffy red eyes and a whole lotta regret.
You try to give ‘em everything, baby, it's true –
They'll take your everything and leave just you.
Don't cry. It's not your fault.
Not worth the water. Not worth the salt.
He'll never earn your tears.
Not even trying. Not even here.
You get on your knees and you beg ‘im to stay.
Still holdin' on when he's walked away.
Don't drag your heart through the muck and the mire.
You've already survived your trial by fire.
Stand tall, with your bruises and scrapes.
It's not always easy. It's never too late.
There's always room to move on.
So dust yourself off and get yourself gone.
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