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Well, you could tell me |
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But I don't have to know |
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I watch you bend when |
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You try to keep it lowIt isn't even that it means anything |
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I think you're hiding somethingAnd in the evening |
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When you come back around |
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You have a drink and |
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Keep staring at the groundYou're like a sick bird |
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That's only dying to sing |
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I think you're hiding something |
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I think you're hiding somethingYou could keep hiding |
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Or you could talk instead |
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And quell the angry mob |
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That's inside your headAnd I'm the only one |
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Who'd be listening |
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I think you're hiding something |
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I think you're hiding somethingI think you're hiding something |
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I think you're hiding something |
