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The air is tight, your hands are cold, |
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Take a few breaths before you walk out the door. |
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This jealousy, or a melody, remember |
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All is fair in love and war. |
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Something tells me that I could be wrong about this, |
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(Something tells me that I could be wrong) |
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Don't you tell me that I've got potential, |
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Do you really think it's helpful, |
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To tell me I'm not quite there. |
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Spill it out, without a doubt, |
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Was everything all that you wanted and more. |
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So miserable, and typical, remember |
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All is fair in love and war. |
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Something tells me that I could be wrong about this, |
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(Something tells me that I could be wrong) |
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Don't you tell me that I've got potential, |
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Do you really think it's helpful, |
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To tell me I'm not quite there. |
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All is fair in love and war |
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Something tells me that I could be wrong about this, |
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(Something tells me that I could be wrong) |
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Don't you tell me that I've got potential, |
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Do you really think it's helpful, |
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To tell me I'm not quite there. |
