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What Did You Expect Me to Do
Sometimes I smile
When you stayed home for a while
What did you expect me to do
I always cried
Each time you tolled a lie
What did you expect me to do
Each time I forgave you
You grew bolder
And each time you hurt me
My heart grew colder
Sure I loved
But I found someone new
What did you expect me to do
Each time I forgave you
You grew bolder
And each time you hurt me
My heart grew colder
Sure I loved
But I found someone new
What did you expect me to do