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My hands Come together |
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And I draw in the breath through my teeth |
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Your curt shots |
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Sarcastic remarks |
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Come so often |
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They're never sincere |
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Darker amusement sets in |
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That's the problem |
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You're saying something and my eyes |
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Open wider |
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And we grin and we stare at the floor |
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Your jokes missed |
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Your hands grow to fists |
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And your lips purse |
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Expecting the worst |
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With every word |
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That's how it started |
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That's the problem |
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And after we're done |
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I can still feel your eyes on my forehead |
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And after we're done |
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I can still feel the pain in my free time |