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It must be how you look |
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When you woke up |
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Or got choked up |
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Ruby eyes bloodshot |
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See the way you can't sit still |
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With no mention |
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But attention |
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For a dead flower |
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So I write, write, write |
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All the things I didn't miss |
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And despite, spite, spite |
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My conclusion is |
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Nobody wants u |
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Nobody wants u |
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Like I do |
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It must be what you said |
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Just the wrong time |
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To be laughing |
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What goes through that head |
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And you won't just act your age |
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So you dance it |
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Too romantic |
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Put me on display |
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Excuses, abuses |
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You've used me up |
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My patience can't take it |
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I've had enough |
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It must be meant to be |
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When you make up |
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From the breakup |
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So now I see |
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It must be how you looked |
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When you woke up |
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Right here next to me |
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I made a list, you found it |
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And you left and said we're through |
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So I'm here outside your window |
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In the dark and calling you |
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It opens, hear you breathing |
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My fingers through your hair |
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Tell me I do |
