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As dolls go I am broken |
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And you could just let that get us off the hook |
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But from under the umbrella of the unspoken |
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I see you giving me that look |
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Baby, you're right as rain about the benefits |
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But you might be wrong about the costs |
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And it feeds my heart that you came looking for me |
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But I'm thinkin I need to stay lost |
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So I won't say I saw you fibbing |
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Or jump-jigging across the floor |
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I won't say you walked me to my car |
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And draped your arm on my open door |
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I know my mind is made of matter |
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But I need to know exactly |
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What is the matter at it's core? |
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Because my heart is just a muscle |
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And simply put, it's sore |
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So never mind about the benefits |
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And never mind about the costs |
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That don't change the basic premises |
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In which I am surely lost |
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So I won't say I saw you fibbing |
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Or jump-jigging across the floor |
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I won't say you walked me to my car |
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And draped your arm on my open door |