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I'm not a mystery |
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Everything I think is written down |
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Keeping me from keeping you around |
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I can't keep my feet on the ground |
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And there's a million ways |
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That I could mess it up, I always do |
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By making plans and making them too soon |
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I can't make much sense out of you |
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But why bother |
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Cause I'd rather call it off |
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Than wait for it to work |
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And why bother |
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Cause I bet you're better off |
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With some other hopeless jerk |
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And I like you, but what can I do |
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There's too much space to make you stay |
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And there's a price to pay |
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For doing what I do, but I can't stop |
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I open up my heart like it's my job |
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I tell myself it's over, but it's not |
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I've got a running list |
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Of all the times I tried to break my fall |
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And all the times I wished that you would call |
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And all the times I wished for you at all |
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But why bother |
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Cause I'd rather call it off |
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Than wait for it to work |
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And why bother |
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Cause I bet you're better off |
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With some other hopeless jerk |
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And I like you, but what can I do |
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There's too much space to make you stay |
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I'm not a mystery |
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Everything I think is written down |
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Yeah, everything I think is written down |
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Keeping me from keeping you around |
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But why bother |
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Cause I'd rather call it off |
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Than wait for it to work |
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And why bother |
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Cause I bet you're better off |
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With some other hopeless jerk |
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And I like you, but what can I do |
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There's too much space to make you stay |
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There's too much space to make you stay |
