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Blinding me it seems you cannot |
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help out with the situation |
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It always has to be |
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somebody's fault but never yours |
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Taking what I said and making things up |
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that did not exist before |
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Every time we say hello, |
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it's like meeting a total stranger |
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And when we're on our own you know |
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there's not much left to say |
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Just wait for everyone to |
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nod their head then you nod yours |
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What difference will that make? |
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Falling backwards like a domino |
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to a place where you cannot hide |
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You keep asking yourself is this real |
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or really just a lie? |
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Don't you love yourself enough |
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to kick them when they're in a corner? |
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I really have to go, |
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when I get back will you be gone? |
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Keeping your shape hidden |
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with your triangle intact, |
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I turn around but |
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I can see behind my back |
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Falling backwards like a domino |
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to a place where you cannot hide |
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You keep asking yourself is this real |
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or really just a lie? |
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Lie to yourself with |
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one hand on the switch |
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One to open doors that |
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lock from outside |
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I'm not here to beg |
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You'll have to learn to |
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swallow your pride... why? |
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To a place where you cannot hide |
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You keep asking yourself is this real |
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or really just a lie? |
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You keep asking yourself is this real |
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or really just a lie? |
