| You cried and you cried and you cried wolf
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| So it took me a minute to understand
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| That you were really hurt bad
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| That day you deeply cut your hand
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| And then that look that you gave me
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| Sent me rushing through guilt’s door
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| I’d already started to feel callous
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| Like i really should care more
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| It was my work that kept me upright
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| So you called it a crutch
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| While i drifted off
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| Into dreams of such and such
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| And by the time we’d come full circle
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| We knew exactly what to do
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| Just keep looking at the triangle
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| Instead of what it’s pointing to
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| But you can’t will yourself happy
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| You can’t will your cunt wet
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| You can’t keep standing at the station
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| Pretending you’re being met
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| You can’t wear a sign that says 'yours'
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| When that ain’t what you get
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| It flows and flows away from me
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| My love is a stream
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| Your love is a vaudeville show
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| So charming and obscene
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| We both had our moments
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| We both had our fun
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| And then i hated to prove 'em all right
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| All those who said i’d run
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| But you can’t will yourself happy
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| You can’t will your cunt wet
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| You can’t keep standing at the station
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| Pretending you’re being met
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| You can’t wear a sign that says 'yours'
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| When that ain’t what you get |