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And I ended up apologising again
For everything you did wrong
I said I was sorry
When I was the one on the floor

And I ended up apologising again
For that bruise I got
I said I was wrong
When I was the one who got shot

And I ended up apologising again
For sliding you off my lap
I promised I did not
But you shut me with a slap

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