| As dolls go I am broken
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| And you could just let that get us off the hook
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| But from under the umbrella of the unspoken
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| I see you giving me that look
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| Baby, you’re right as rain about the benefits
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| But you might be wrong about the costs
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| And it feeds my heart that you came looking for me
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| But I’m thinkin I need to stay lost
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| So I won’t say I saw you fibbing
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| Or jump-jigging across the floor
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| I won’t say you walked me to my car
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| And draped your arm on my open door
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| I know my mind is made of matter
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| But I need to know exactly
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| What is the matter at it’s core?
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| Because my heart is just a muscle
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| And simply put, it’s sore
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| So never mind about the benefits
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| And never mind about the costs
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| That don’t change the basic premises
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| In which I am surely lost
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| So I won’t say I saw you fibbing
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| Or jump-jigging across the floor
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| I won’t say you walked me to my car
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| And draped your arm on my open door |