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I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours |
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I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey |
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Hidden in the bottom drawer |
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I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine |
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Lend me some fresh air |
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I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you |
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I don't want to be your babysitter |
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You're a very big boy now |
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I don't want to be your mother |
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I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months |
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Show me the back door |
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Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 |
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Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh |
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Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom |
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You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor |
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I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon |
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And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2 |
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I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face |
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At midnight, hey |
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What are you hungry for |
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I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together |
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I don't want to be your idol |
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See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights |
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I don't want to be lived through |
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A vicarious occasion |
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Please open the window |
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Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 |
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Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh |
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Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom |
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You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor |
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I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week |
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I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart |
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And it's wounded beat |
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I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling |
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What do you thank me |
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What do you thank me for |
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Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 |
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Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh |
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Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom |
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You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor |
