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She walks real slow |
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Talks like an animal |
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What am i |
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Supposed to do |
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I've tried to explain |
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My heart's not a radio |
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But i can't seem |
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To get to you |
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Face to face |
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Tears on a heart of stone |
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When she talks |
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I walk away |
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It seems to me |
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It's just a waste of time |
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These are words |
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I know she's heard before |
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She's the girl |
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Guess i'll always know |
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And i've tried |
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I've tried |
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She always seems to know |
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The morning after |
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But not before |
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I haven't slept |
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Worrying |
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I know i promised |
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To come see you |
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But now i have these |
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Things to do |
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All in all |
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It seems to me |
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You don't understand subtlety |
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Shall i make it obvious |
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Do you really want me to make up? |
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She doesn't talk |
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For days and days |
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And when she does |
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She always says |
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That i act real slow |
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Behave like an animal |
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What am i supposed to do? |
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And i've tried |
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I've tried |
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But she always seems to know |
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We don't make sense |
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Love and violence |
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We don't make sense |
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Love and violence |