An Apology
Sixpence None The Richer
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Questions flew
And words were hurled into the air
And when the smoke had cleared
I saw you lying there
I used my words like bullets in a gun
To pick your ego off like skeet flung
In the gallery of fools
Too many words come from my mouth
I wish would remain unsaid
Oh I've had to eat them all and now I must confess
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It was a silly thing to say to you
It was a silly thing to say to you, I know
We know