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I'm sorry, |
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I can't afford you. |
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It's so messed up anyway. |
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It's kind of sad; |
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I can't reward you. |
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It's so messed up anyway. |
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But in another time, and in another place, |
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I'm gonna tell you to your face ' |
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You ran in circles, and what a stupid waste, cause |
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I'm the one you need.' |
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I saw the future; |
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I made it up. |
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You were too young to be awestruck. |
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Paper hearts; we tore the tissue |
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Ripped apart, and now |
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I'm missing you |
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But in another time, and in another place, |
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I'm gonna tell you to your face, ' |
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You ran in circles, and what a stupid waste, cause |
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I'm the one you need.' |
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But you're safe, and say you'll let me stay; |
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I need to feel this way |
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I know it's so cliche, but |
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I'm tired inside each day |
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And I know you're thinking ' |
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Oh, God, what a waste.' |
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But in another time, and in another place, |
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I'm gonna tell you to your face ' |
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You ran in circles, and what a stupid waste, cause |
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I'm the one you need.' . . . |
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I'm the one you need . . . . . . |
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I'm the one you need . . . |
