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Youve been set up one too many times
The perfect victim for the perfect crime
You left yourself wide open to the pain
So close your eyes now
Youre out walkin in the rain
Youve got a burning desire to be the victim
Youre bleeding from the soul
Youre hurting from the heart
Things you cant be told are gonna tear you apart
Your choice of lovers, never very bright
Your father worried, but even he gave up the fight
You always think their hearts are made of gold
And youre the savior, to coax the warmth out of the cold