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This Condition - She Loves Me |
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I've been digging around, |
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Trying to figure her out, |
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Trying to find what her heart wants. |
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Leave me buried in sand |
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With a shovel in hand |
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If I can't make it out |
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We're all messes of our own kind |
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With stories that we can't let go (stories that we can't let go) |
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And there's so, so much to be left behind |
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Yeah, we have questions, answers I don't know. |
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I may never know what's real and what's pretend. |
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She loves me, but she's outta her head |
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She's all about baggage and boys |
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And the 'she said, he said' |
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And I'm crazy, but I love her the same |
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And I'd take hits to the heart |
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In her name. |
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I'd be living a lie |
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If I said that my whole life was my innovation |
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Many pieces of me are just the product of you |
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And everyone I see |
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Just making up what we don't know (we don't know) |
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And there's oh so much to be left behind |
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But I keep hanging on, won't let it go. |
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I can't even tell beginnings from their ends. |
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I'm crazy, but I love her the same |
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Build me up to watch me fall |
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Knock me down and make me crawl |
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I'm a wreck, I'm a wrecking ball |
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I'm a fake, I'm a liar |
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She loves me (she's outta her head) |
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She loves me (ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo) |
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All the drama, the noise |
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Whatever fills up the void, |
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It's all, 'she said, he said.' |
