| Am I a toy to you?
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| With strings around my fingers
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| For you to pull and watch as I collapsed when you want
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| The coldest night to me, is a switch that you control
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| Tip-toe around your words just to calm you down again
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| There’s too many people that we both love
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| And too many secrets I don’t wanna know
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| You’re still chasing him
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| My saving grace is saving face
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| Lost on the back burner
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| Good for, good for you
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| My saving grace is saving face
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| I just sit and wait
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| There’s always just enough of you to pull me back
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| But I can see your eyes drifting past what you have
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| I’m flagging down a ship when it’s on its way to sea
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| The horn is blaring out, but I just don’t want to hear
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| I never left you in a sandstorm
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| I never left for a second at all
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| You’re still chasing him
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| My saving grace is saving face
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| Lost on the back burner
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| Good for, good for you
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| My saving grace is saving face
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| I just sit and wait
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| I thought you were and angel, I guess you were a vulture
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| Either way, spread your wings and just fly away.
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| You’re still chasing him
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| My saving grace is saving face
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| Lost on the back burner
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| Good for, good for you
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| My saving grace is saving face
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| I just sit and wait
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| I just sit and wait. |
| (Spread your wings and fly away) |