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Clothes on the bed, so late and I'm the last one still waiting for ya to lock the door
On our way home I realise There's some kind of storm brewing in his eyes Only veiled by a thin disguise
Now that I've done my time I need to move on and I need you to try Cos we're out of goodbyes We're out of goodbyes, out of goodbyes
Never asked you to change But sadly you don't feel the same about me
I wonder does your man still shudder when you touch his hand Like this man
Now that I've done my time I need to move on and I need you to try Cos we're out of goodbyes We're out of goodbyes, we're out of goodbyes