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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