Still stepping over me Little, he needs Didn't he? How hadn't he? Little, you may need And you know how sometimes When your face gives right in to him You've chosen your life for your man, yea And look at your goals Standing at his feet Didn't he? How hadn't he? Sometimes he flailed But you're glad he cares But you're glad he And you died sometimes When your face goes red in to him You've chosen your life for your man, yea For him? For yourself? Futile, in love Didn't he? How hadn't he? Futile is this fever And you died Did I see dark lines? So, what have you got now? Futile, in love Didn't he? How hadn't he? Futile is this fever Splittin' down as far as me now Splittin' down as far as me now Splittin' down as far as me now Splittin' down as far as me
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