| It’s the same conversation
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| Different location
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| I must be into dedication
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| Yeah I can care and not be there
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| Promise
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| Honestly
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| You’ve got me you’ve got me
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| Like the sun’s always there
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| At times you don’t feel it
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| But it don’t go nowhere
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| Tell her I’m going home
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| To feel bad about on my own
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| Tell her I’m going home
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| Tell her I’m past it
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| Don’t try to phone
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| And it ain’t rarer than rocking horse shit
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| Or sweat on an inuit
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| That I came round to it
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| Must be deep in the psyche
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| To pass the mic when we’re all fighty
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| Till we’re alrighty
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| Do it for me
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| Nah do it yourself
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| You don’t pause for breath when I am around
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| Can you believe
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| That it gets this hard just working it out?
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| Tell her I’m going home
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| To feel bad about on my own
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| Tell her I’m going home
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| Tell her I’m past it
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| Don’t try to phone
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| Can’t believe what I say
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| My mind changes every day
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| And I feel like it won’t but you don’t
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| Cause you see me the other way
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| I don’t want to pick it apart I want to pull us together
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| Everything changes regardless of whether
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| We’re getting settled or chasing what’s better
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| So pick it apart, pull it together and if
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| Frequently
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| We ain’t on the same
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| Frequency
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| Then maybe we can talk
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| Differently
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| But i’m into dedication, see line three
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| Tell her I’m going home
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| To feel bad about on my own
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| Tell her I’m going home
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| Tell her I’m past it
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| Don’t try to phone me
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| Can’t believe what I say
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| Tell her I’m going home
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| Tell her I’m past it
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| Don’t try to phone me
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| Can’t believe what I say
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| My mind changes every day |