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Well you're right that's mad |
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Mistaking love for something we never had |
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And you're right I'm just wrong |
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But if you're honest you do go on and on and on |
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And you're right when you say |
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There's no place like home |
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I just don't miss it till I'm stoned and lying alone |
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Hoping you'll answer your phone |
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A rearrangement of my heart is needed |
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A lack of something's not the issue |
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It's what we got that needs a sort through. |
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Lets have a sort through |
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Just me and you, like we used to do. |
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Are we holding on should we let go |
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Is that face you're wearing a feeling |
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Or just for show? |
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I guess that's something only you'll ever know |
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And you're right I should do something constructive |
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And not destructive as I just don't do nothing at all |
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Except wait for the fall |
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And hope that you'll answer my call |
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A rearrangement of my heart is needed |
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A lack of something's not the issue |
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It's what we got that needs a sort through. |
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Lets have a sort through |
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Just me and you, like we used to do. |
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Holding on to pointless things |
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Like postcards never wrote to someone who never was my friend |
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So I tidy up a fresh start |
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A rearrangement of my heart is needed |
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A lack of something's not the issue |
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It's what we got that needs a sort through. |
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Lets have a sort through. |
