| I’m sick of wakin' up alone.
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| Honey, I’m pleading,
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| Let’s put away the sticks and stones,
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| Be human beings.
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| 'Cause I have the sense to be afraid to be a fool. |
| (Oh)
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| I have the sense to be afraid to be a fool. |
| (Oh)
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| You push me out.
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| You push me out, again.
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| You push me up.
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| You push me up against a wall.
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| You told me once your body flowed
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| With milk and honey.
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| What ever happened to our boy,
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| Inside your tummy?
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| Oh, I had the sense to be afraid to be a fool (Oh)
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| but I’m on a fence to make you stay or to be cruel. |
| (Oh)
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| You push me out.
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| You push me out, again.
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| You push me up.
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| You push me up against a wall.
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| You push me out.
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| You push me out, again.
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| You push me up.
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| You push me up against a wall.
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| You perfume-covered, helpless Louse:
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| Look on the bright side.
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| See, every time you laugh out loud,
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| I’m crying inside.
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| But I have the sense to be afraid to be the fool. |
| (Oh)
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| Try common sense, make me believe,
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| Believe in you.
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| 'Cause, I should have known.
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| Yeah, I should have known.
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| Yeah, I should have known
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| You’d kick me hard when I’m on the ground. |
| (Oh)
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| Kick me hard when I’m on the ground. |
| (Oh)
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| You’d kick me hard when I’m on the ground (Oh)
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| Kick me hard when I’m on the ground (Oh)
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| (I'm sick of wakin' up alone.
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| Honey, I’m pleading,
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| Let’s put away the sticks and stones,
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| Be human beings) |