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Don't come to my room |
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If you've got nothing good to say |
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Can't run me over in a parked car |
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Ah nah nah nah |
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You're always speaking for sound |
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Tripping over words |
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I know it's habit and you mean well |
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you mean well |
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Ah nah nah nah |
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One of us is leaving |
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And it won't be me |
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You take my drum and you beat it |
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So it never heals |
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Ah nah nah nah |
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We know our lines too well |
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We are water tight |
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And all the good thigns that you mean to say |
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they get lost |
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Don't come to my room |
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When you've got nothing good to say |
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Can't run me over in a parked car |
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A parked car |
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One of us is leaving |
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And it won't be me |
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You take my drum and you beat it |
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So it never heals |
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One of us is leaving |
