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For The Man Who Can't Be Moved

I woke up from your call, 

three o'clock in the morning. 

You we're wasted, 

Crying, 

Desperately calling her name, 

Begging to bring back what's in the past now. 

What good will it do to you? 

Will it bring her back to your arms?

Will she ran back to you?

Will you be together again?

Nonsense.

She won't be back.

She won't ever look back.

She has her prince now.

You will realize it 

And you'll end up wasted again.

I waited for your call,

Three in the morning,

To console your broken heart

While shattering my own

What good will it do to me?

Will you be in my arms?

Will we be together?

Will you stay forever?

Nonsense.

You still love her.

You still care for her.

You still want her back.

And I'll end up crying again.

I couldn't sleep,

I waited for another call 

I cried

As I realized 

We we're running into circles

My love for the man who can't be moved

Will forever be in vain. 

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