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I had so much to give you |
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You threw it all away |
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So I hole up in this corner |
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Act like I've nothing to say |
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Knowing as soon as you ask me |
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If there's something wrong |
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I might blow up any minute |
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You'll say, "I knew it all along" |
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Yeah, he's just another young cynic |
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We get them all the time |
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If he just knew how to channel |
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All that anger he'd be fine |
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So I sit with all these wishes |
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And dreams dying on the vine |
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Knowing I could make you happy |
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For a minute with a lie |
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Soon you'd see right through me |
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And like the rest |
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I'd blow away' |
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Cause I wasn't what you wanted |
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And I don't make you feel okay |
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Say if he just had kept some edge |
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Man, it look so polished now |
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It's bad, |
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I remember one time now |
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You should've heard the things he said |
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And it all seemed so reckless |
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And I felt just like a kid |
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Now he makes me nervous |
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I think I'll look somewhere else instead |
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So I sit here in this corner |
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So afraid to make a move |
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If I start to look embarrassed |
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It's because |
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I know you knew |
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All the bravery, all the anger |
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Was just covering up the fear |
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That I'd end up in some corner |
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Now I sit here |
