| Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| Am I in love or alone? |
| Don’t know which is worse
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| Oh, why they feel the same?
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| Am I stuck, even though I know it’s gonna hurt? |
| (Hurt)
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| When we walk away
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| It’s been a year, a couple months and it hasn’t change
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| Unbelievable that we’re here
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| But either way
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| Yeah, it all gets lost when it’s physical
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| And I know it’s wrong but it’s holding us together
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| Can we try to be less predictable?
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| Or do we just bend until it breaks?
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| My words you never hear
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| So what’s there left to say?
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| I told you how I feel
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| If all we do is fake, like we’re not somewhere in the middle
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| And push away, every time that it hurts a little
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| Baby, I’m afraid
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| Your words are never real, real
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| I’m not giving up, I’m just saying how it really is (How it really is)
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| And why’s that feel the same
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| Talked about it once, maybe twice, had our differences
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| What difference did it make? |
| Oh
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| 'Cause it all gets lost when it’s physical
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| And I know it’s wrong but it’s holding us together
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| Can we try to be less predictable?
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| Or do we just bend until it breaks?
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| My words you never hear
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| So what’s there left to say?
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| I told you how I feel
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| If all we do is fake, like we’re not somewhere in the middle
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| And push away, every time that it hurts a little
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| Baby, I’m afraid
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| Your words are never real, real
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| Was it even real? |
| (Oh, baby, yeah)
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| Was it even real? |
| (Oh, no)
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| Or do we just bend until it breaks?
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| My words you never hear
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| So what’s there left to say?
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| I told you how I feel (I told you how I feel, yeah)
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| If all we do is fake, like we’re not somewhere in the middle (In the middle)
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| And push away, every time that it hurts a little
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| Baby, I’m afraid
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| Your words are never real, real |