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Are you growing weary |
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As you dance all alone |
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In a room that's resonating |
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With an old familiar song |
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Making you want the other |
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For awhile there wasn't friction |
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And alone you were at ease |
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But now and then there's something |
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That makes you want to be |
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Back in the arms |
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But you can't take it |
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It's always, always, seems to find you |
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What you want you don't need |
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'Cause she locks you down |
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So arn't you better off as one? |
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This prince with little purpose |
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Think he'll find it in the wings |
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Of an angel or a princess |
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But surley not a queen |
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But that's about the only thing |
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That he knows for sure |
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Yeah, he's the king of contradiction |
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Who changes everyday |
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One minute he finds peace and love |
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And the next he finds disdain |
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It's way to complicated |
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Things will never change |
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Always, seems like you always |
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Look for any kind of reason |
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To justify a means to jump back in |
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Do you really want to do it |
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Have you washed out all the stains |
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You seem crazy with temptation |
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And very very dazed and confused |
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Who's trying your throne |
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The stone inside you call a heart |
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Thaws just enough to beat |
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And familiar feelings come as you |
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Surrender to the needs of another |
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Not another |
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Always, seems like you always |
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Claim to have so much control |
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But you're suck a mess |
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When you're all alone |
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Always, seems like you always |
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Look for any kind of reason |
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To justify a means to jump back in |
