She takes the blame, takes the pain
But the world smiles, cos outside is just a taxi ride, to drive away
She packs her bags
Calls a cab, and the world smiles
Cos inside where she feels alright
And turns to say:
’yes it’s the end, the final showdown
Yes it’s the end of our small love
You’ll have to find another no one
Who’ll take take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end,
I guess this is the end.’
She feels the sun, phones her mum
And the world smiles, cos outside in the morning light, it’s another day
She packs her bags
Smokes a fag, and the world smiles
Cos inside where she feels alright
And turns to say’
’yes, it’s the end, the final showdown
Yes it’s the end of our small love
You’ll have to find another no one
Who’ll take take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end,
I guess this is the end...oh well...’
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