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I guess it was wishful to think |
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I was different from the rest |
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Now I'm red in the face |
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I don't think I'm impressed |
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Miss strong and outspoken |
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So easily broken |
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Now I kick myself |
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I should've know better |
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Get it together |
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You can't blame me |
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Are you listening? |
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Wrap your lines |
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Around another |
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While you sweet talk to yourself |
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I'd rather leave |
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You stitched a heart on your sleeve |
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But I see right through the seams |
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I knew the coward in you |
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Would play the lead |
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The nights you spent with me |
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And didn't want to leave |
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You stayed with me until I fell asleep |
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All the things I wish I said |
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Playing back inside my head |
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It just might be a long shot |
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You're marching with your eyes shut |
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Wrap your lines |
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Around another |
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While you sweet talk to yourself |
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I'd rather leave |
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You stitched a heart on your sleeve |
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But I see right through the seams |
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I knew the coward in you |
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Would play the lead |
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All the things I wish I said |
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Playing back inside my head |
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It just might be a long shot |
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You're marching with your eyes shut |
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Wrap your lines |
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Around another |
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While you sweet talk to yourself |
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I'd rather leave |
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You've stitched a heart on your sleeve |
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But I see right through the seams |
