| Stressed out, hungover in the studio,
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| Trying to play some chords but they don’t seem to go, together,
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| Just like me and you
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| But you insist to think we are such the perfect match,
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| And I am left here, thinking what there was a catch,
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| When it’s plain to see you and me are through
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| I guess I am, stuck at the bottom of your shoe
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| Don’t know what I am to do
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| It’s seems I am back where you always wanted me
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| Do you remember, December?
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| The situation had us acting out of hand
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| Two weeks, later, kissing and touching like what was all the fuss about?
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| Good memories, just come to come and go away, forever,
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| Cheap shots and low blows, don’t even seem to take offence
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| It seems that I am, stuck at the bottom of your shoe,
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| Don’t know what I am to do,
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| It seems I am back where you always wanted me,
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| Stuck at the bottom of your shoe
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| Don’t know what I am to do
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| It seems I am back where you always wanted me,
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| I guess I am stuck at the bottom of your shoe
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| Don’t know what I am to do
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| It seems I am back where you always wanted me,
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| Stuck at the bottom of your shoe
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| Don’t know what I am to do
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| It seems I am back where you always wanted me,
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| It seems I am back where you always wanted me,
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| It seems I am back where you always wanted me,
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| Turn it up. |