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Do you think I'd say anything |
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Do you think I'd just come out and say what I feel |
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We've had some sticky moments |
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We've talked ourselves out now and everything's real |
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And each passing day |
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Is one day to much |
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You take it out twice on the people you touch |
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And each passing hour |
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Is time with no end |
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Is this the something we're unable to mend |
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Do you think I could sit here |
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And talk about the things that go on in my head |
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I've sorted things out now |
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Faced up to it over and over again |
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And why should I explain |
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If no-one else complains |
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Neurotic and boring |
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Reliable you |
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And how can I just run |
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When nothing can be done |
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I don't know myself now but I can hear |
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There's something wrong In something you said |
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It's just a feeling this is not what I wanted |
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There's something cold In the way you touch me |
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It's just a feeling that you're better without me |
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I just need a minute |
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I just need to scrape all this filth off my hands |
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Has anything changed now |
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No, nothing is pure |
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There's just yellow and brown |
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But how am I sure |
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That you lost no more |
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Than family and friends over someone before. |
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And anything now |
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Is pushing my luck |
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And you'll break this silence |
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But I can hear |
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There's something wrong In something you said |
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It's just a feeling this is not what I wanted |
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There's something cold In the way you touch me |
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It's just a feeling that you're better without me |
