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close enough to start a war. all that i have is on the floor. god only knows what we're fighting for. all that i say, you always say more. i can't keep up with your turning tables, under your thumb i can't breathe. i won't let you close enough to hurt me; no, i won't let you, you just desert me. i can't give you all the things you gave me. it's time to say goodbye to turning tables. next time i'll be braver, i'll be my own saviour when the thunder calls for me. next time i'll be braver, i'll be my own saviour, standing on my own two feet.