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Please excuse this, |
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I know it's rude, |
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But I was just trying to satisfy someone who requested mine. |
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You're hard to please, |
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And no one knows just what you need. |
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If you wont ever ask for help then how am I to tell? |
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Uncomfortable, |
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You wear it well, |
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The sooner that you come around, the offer's waited to be found |
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Anytime you need it, |
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I am already there and waiting |
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What's yours is mine but your recline to hesitate to try |
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Don't get me wrong here |
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I just want to make my intentions clear |
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There's no room for reading into deep, if things aren't written down. |
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As soon as I've been told |
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That you will not be sold |
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Then we could all move forward here, and find our endings well |
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You need a break |
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It's hard to take the time |
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When things will just move faster and we're never ever slowing down |
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Anytime you need it, |
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I'm already there and waiting |
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What's yours is mine but your recline to hesitate to try |
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And after all the bullshit shuffled, piles up inside, |
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There's only room for you and me |
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And what we've left to try |
