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Sitting at the edge of the bed |
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You're so far away |
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You won't talk to me |
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And this is not the first time |
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Picked your baggage up off the floor |
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And threw your clothes away |
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Then put them back again |
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And this is not the first time |
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Why do words escape me? |
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It always comes out the wrong way |
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Even if you listen |
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You wouldn't hear me anyway |
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I find the perfect thing to say |
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As you walk away |
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Why do words escape me? |
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Oh |
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Why do words escape me? |
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Oh |
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Having all this weight on my chest |
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The pressure's crushing me |
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I don't need your sympathy |
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I'm talking to a brick wall |
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Words are always failing me |
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I lay them at your feet |
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So there's no blaming me |
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Even like a brick wall |
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And this is not the first time |
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Why do words escape me? |
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It always comes out the wrong way |
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Even if you listen |
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You wouldn't hear me anyway |
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I find the perfect thing to say |
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As you walk away |
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Why do words escape me? |
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Oh |
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Why do words escape me? |
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Oh |
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Sitting on the edge of the bed |
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You're so far away |
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You won't talk to me |
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And this is not the first time |
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Why do words escape me? |
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It always comes out the wrong way |
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Even if you listen |
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You wouldn't hear me anyway |
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I find the perfect thing to say |
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As you walk away |
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Why do words escape me? |
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Oh |
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Why do words escape me? |
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Oh |
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I find the perfect thing to say |
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As you walk away |
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Why do words escape me? |
