| Sitting in my head at night
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| While I’m laying in my bed
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| With a broken mirror and a reading light
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| But I don’t know what to do
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| Because I’ll never quite be the man for you
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| You talk so fast I can’t keep up
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| And I tell you that you think too much
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| It came on quick and it came on strong
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| Give me all of the reasons why it feels so wrong
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| There’s nothing that I can do
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| Because I’ll never quite be the man for you
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| I’m just something that’s warm to hold on to
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| A body with arms in an empty room
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| Am I sitting in your head
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| While you’re laying in his bed?
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| Am I sitting in your head?
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| And still there’s nothing that I can do
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| Because I’ll never quite be the man for you
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| I’m just something that’s warm to hold on to
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| A body with arms in an empty room
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| A body with arms in an empty room |