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The lines across your face |
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Are drawn with hate |
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'Cause I'm drawn to someone else |
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Looks like you could use a little sleep |
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I had some I didn't mention |
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You caught me coming late, framed by the door |
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Onto a floor that's freshly waxed |
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And that's my tracks raises |
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Some important questions |
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I ask you to be nice it has no effect |
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And I suspect that you suspect |
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But didn't I say feelings were the last things to make themselves felt? |
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Don't make me explain myself you don't need to know |
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What's going on in my big head right now |
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It could appear that I could have a statement prepared, but |
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Don't make me open my big mouth |
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The words come quickly I feel sick |
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I use that for an excuse to exit |
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Looks like you don't buy it |
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And I'm trying your patience |
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But what I leave unsaid sticks in my head |
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The guilt puts me in a spotlight |
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Looks like I might reveal |
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You're not my sole engagement |
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I ask you to shut up it's say's if I didn't |
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Know myself I wish you didn't |
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Know I can't turn back |
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But I didn't plan to tell you that |
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Don't make me explain myself, you don't need to know |
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What's going on in my big head right now |
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It could appear that I could want to defend me |
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But don't make me open my big mouth |
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You tell me to get out I can't get out of it |
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And I wish that we both could split |
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Splitting doesn't mean the end of the backlash |
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That I couldn't defend |
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Don't make me explain myself |
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You wouldn't like what you find |
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Inside my, inside my big head |
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It could appear that I would want to reassure your doubts |
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Don't make me open my big mouth |
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Don't make me, don't make me |
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Don't make me, don't make me |
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Don't make me open my big mouth |
