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I got your message today, isn't it hard to be recumbent again? |
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He comes and ruins your day, a shove in the side enough to drive you insane |
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But when you go to talk about your fling |
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You make it great, make it a brilliant thing |
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It never ends when you're bored, curious and unsure |
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I saw the photographs too, frozen reminders of what interest can do |
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Of how he gave it to you, a generous fool forgets how hard he can bruise |
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But when you go to talk about your fling |
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You make it great, make it a brilliant thing |
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It never ends when you're bored, curious and unsure |
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Inside-out, you just stay silent |
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Playing mind-games with yourself |
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Always get by on the lies |
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Say it won't last, it will pass |
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It's alright, alright, it's just hard to be recumbent again |
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He comes and ruins your day, a shove in the side enough to drive you insane |
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But when you go to talk about your fling |
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You make it great, make it a brilliant thing |
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It never ends when you're bored, curious and adored |
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You can, you can |
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You can, you can |
