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It's not your loner personality that makes me sigh |
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But rather the smiles that dress your lips and not your eyes |
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I know what I see but know not always what to look for |
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So when you're not near but right beside me I get insecure |
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You know umbrellas help people stay dry |
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But they don't stop the rain |
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You know how certain clothes can make you feel unbeatable |
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But they must come off again |
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What is worse, being shut out in the cold, |
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or turn to ice while waiting to be let inside? |
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And what's the use in this tiptoeing around you |
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I'm not invited here to entertain you |
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nor to explain you to yourself. |
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It's not your running off on inner trips that worries me |
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But rather my wanting you to have me come along |
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I know what I want but know not always what to ask for |
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So when I'm afraid I might get hurt, I lie and hurt you more |
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Where is my mood controller? |
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It could turn tears into laughter |
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Where is my illusion folder? |
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It made me recall what I was after |
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You know umbrellas help people stay dry |
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But they don't stop the rain |
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You know how certain clothes can make you feel unbeatable |
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But they must come off again |
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What is worse, being shut out in the cold, |
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or turn to ice while waiting to be let inside? |
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And what's the use in this tiptoeing around you |
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I was not invited over here to entertain you |
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nor to explain you to yourself. |
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It's not your loneliness or self-contempt that makes me cry |
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But rather my knowing I can't make it go away, |
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no, it might only grow if I try. |
