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If you could read my mind |
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Than I know you'd find everything you never say |
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You said you needed time |
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So I asked if you would mind if |
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I could do the same |
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The senses, over blowing |
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You're never coming, you're going |
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And it's driving me crazy |
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Knowing what's good for you |
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And I'm longing for the lazy days |
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But those were never good enough |
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I guess that you were right |
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When you said |
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I mightReally get bored with you |
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I never would have guessed |
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That it'd end in such a mess |
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Or that it'd be this soon |
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The senses over blowing |
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You're never coming, you're going |
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And it's driving me crazy |
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Knowing what's good for you |
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And I'm longing for the lazy days |
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Those were never good enough' |
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Cause there's something about you |
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But I can't put my finger on it |
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It's so hard to forget you |
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You're my favorite worst enemy |
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When you sat there laughing all about it |
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Did it make you feel any better about it? |
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Can you try to hide it well enough |
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To fake it just for me, |
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I doubt it |
