Who won the fight? Who won the battle? My body's battered, bruised, and sore I just can't take it anymore In this stupid argument We each think that we were right And it doesn't matter You won the fight And I left Early in the morning The minutes creeping by The music in my head The love songs make me cry When I get to your door What will I get? The eyes of a lover Or the eyes of regret? I can't go there anymore I just can't go there anymore Can't sleep here anymore I just can't sleep here anymore There's a shoebox of pictures and letters And a journal of the day that I met her Our love was a composite Of things that don't define me But today I'm cleaning my closet And putting it all behind me
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