| We are standing
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| On the threshold
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| Of a decent conversation
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| When I can hear the door slam
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| I know the face you’re making
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| And I really want to talk to you
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| I really really wanted to
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| But once you get your
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| Mind made up
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| There is no getting
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| Through to you
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| For a while it was touching
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| For a while it was challenging
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| Before it became typical
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| And now it really
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| Isn’t interesting
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| To see a grown man cry
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| To see a grown man cry
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| I’m lying on the sofa
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| And the radio is blaring
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| And I’m scanning
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| Through the stations
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| As the boys declare
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| Their feelings
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| But it doesn’t feel like feelings
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| It feels like they’re pretending
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| It’s like they just want
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| Blowjobs
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| And they know these songs
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| Will get them
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| And I really want to talk to you
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| I really really wanted to
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| But I have learned my lesson
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| Now
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| And you’re not the one
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| I’m turning to
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| And for a while it was touching
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| For a while it was challenging
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| Before it got habitual
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| And now it really
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| Isn’t interesting
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| To see a grown man cry
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| To see a grown man cry
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| I was the first to warn you
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| I lay myself before you
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| I was the first to warn you
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| I put myself before you
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| We are standing on the corner
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| And you’re throwing
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| Down the gauntlet
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| It is not a life decision
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| We just need
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| To pick a restaurant
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| After all this I should know you
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| Well enough not to get into it
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| I should learn but I’m an idiot
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| You only want an argument
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| And for a while it was touching
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| It was almost even comforting
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| Before it became typical
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| And now it really
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| Is not interesting
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| To see a grown man cry
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| To see a grown man cry
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| To see a grown man
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| Throw a temper fit
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| To see a grown man
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| Cross his arms
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| And sit as if the
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| Whole wide world would end
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| If he was not a part of it
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| But at the same time
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| With no confidence
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| Never realizing
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| The consequence he’s having
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| On the ones he loves
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| Because he thinks he makes
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| No difference
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| We are standing
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| On the threshold
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| Of a decent conversation
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| When I can hear the door slam
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| I know the face you’re making
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| And I really want to talk to you
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| I really really wanted to
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| But this time I am giving up
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| I am simply giving up on you |