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Scream your complaints |
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Slam the doors and break all of the plates |
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But you give more away |
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Than anyone could ever steal |
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You feel erased |
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I can tell by the look on your face |
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You don't have to say a word |
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I know just how you feel |
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You feel like a paper heart coming unglued |
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You feel like the ceiling of an empty room |
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You'd better do everything you want to do |
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'Cause there's no pill or promise |
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That can do those things for you |
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And when you do |
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Do it exactly the way you wanted to |
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'Cause there's no going back to fix it |
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After you're through |
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While you wait for something to say |
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Children in the balcony smile and sing along |
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You'd better do everything you want to do |
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'Cause there's nobody else who's gonna |
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Do those things for you |
