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Of all the things that I could be doing |
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I'm up hours trying to make something of you |
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I got a new set of strings, not a word to settle on |
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I been causing scenes at an ending I knew all along |
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And it serves me right, I guess |
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For gladly volunteering for a good kick in my chest |
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It serves me right, I guess |
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For pretending not to notice I was settling for less |
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Fat and happy, fixed and puffed up for a while |
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Nothing could shake me, that is, until you changed your smile |
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Suddenly, I'm defenseless and defamed |
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While you get everything you want without giving up your game |
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It serves me right, I guess |
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For gladly volunteering for a good kick in my chest |
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It serves me right, I guess |
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For pretending not to notice I was settling for less |
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And I can't seem to get clean from the magic you bring |
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Yeah, I'm easy for ever spending time so carelessly |
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Just living for your line |
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And I'm crazy for thinking love has changed |
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Still trading all my finest hours for one ordinary day |
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It serves me right, I guess |
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For gladly volunteering for a good kick in my chest |
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It serves me right, I guess |
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For pretending not to notice I was settling for less |
