| I’ve seen you bite your nails in guilty thought
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| Thought you couldn’t care less until I saw those paws
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| I’d say if ya took a bite for every lie you told
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| You would’ve run out of fingers and started on your toes
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| Don’t think you’re on to something good right now
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| So let’s go back to the starting place
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| And I believe in futures, but I can’t afford to wait
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| You’ve been doing it the wrong way
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| And some day you’ll find something that makes you feel okay
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| But until then you’ll make your own way
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| You’re the type of girl who puts on cyanide perfume
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| Then asks for kisses on the neck from every boy in the room
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| So tell me now how you find yourself at the bottom of a bottle in a bar
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| And how your reflection reacts to you and your new scars
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| I don’t think you’re on to something good right now
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| I don’t think you’re on to something good right now
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| So let’s go back to the starting place
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| And I believe in futures, but I can’t afford to wait
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| You’ve been doing it the wrong way
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| And some day you’ll find something that makes you feel okay
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| But until then you’ll make your own way
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| All’s well that ends well, I’m finished with this game
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| There’s got to be a better way than learning from your mistakes
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| A small step for man now with you out of the way
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| But now it’s up to me to change
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| And make it so tomorrow starts today
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| And I believe in futures, but I can’t afford to wait
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| You’ve been doing it the wrong way
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| And some day you’ll find something that makes you feel okay
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| But until then you’ll make your own way |