| I’m sorry if I seem impatient
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| I’m not a fan of pleasantries
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| See, I get bored with the weather and what’s in the news
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| The topics we all hide beneath
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| Could not care less about your day job
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| The gossip or ordinary stress
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| See, every relationship I’ve ever loved
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| It starts when someone says
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| Show me where it hurts and give me something real
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| And lead me to the part of you that never really heals
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| And say the words that burn when they leave your mouth
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| You tell me your story, but don’t leave the good parts out
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| And tell me all about your failures
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| The little things that make you cry
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| And tell me the acts that you preach but cannot seem to practice
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| That leave you compromised
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| Show me where it hurts and give me something real
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| And lead me to the part of you that never really heals
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| And say the words that burn when they leave your mouth
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| You tell me your story, but don’t leave the good parts out
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| I’ve seen your trophies, your highlight reels
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| You know I would love you still if you lost it all
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| And I like the castle that you have built
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| But are you asking still to let down the wall
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| But show me where it hurts and give me something real
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| And lead me to the part of you that never really heals
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| And say the words that burn when they leave your mouth
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| Tell me your story
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| And show me where it hurts, yeah
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| Oh to the part of you that never really heals
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| And show me where it hurts, woah
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| Tell me your story, but don’t leave the good parts out
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| Don’t leave the good parts out |