| I’m missing a part of you
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| Like it’s a part of me
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| The piece you wanted back so desperately
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| You know it would have been nice
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| To have a little more time
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| To catch my breath
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| Instead you cleaned me out
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| You said it was for my own good
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| You should know I understand the meaning of over
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| Then you tell me to read between the lines
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| Afraid of what I’ll find
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| You either held me too tight or held me down
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| Then you tell me to read between the lines
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| There might be things you need to find
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| Would you ever think to put it to right
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| And I wish to clarify
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| The particular night
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| It all turned sour and you lost your head
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| Come enter Mr Hyde
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| You flipped right out of my mind
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| Side swiped, where the hell did that come from
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| Ever thought you could confide
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| It’d been brewing for sometime
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| Talk it out, instead you preferred to shock and awe
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| Then you tell me to read between the lines
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| Afraid of what I’ll find
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| You either held me too tight or held me down
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| Then you tell me to read between the lines
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| There might be things you need to find
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| Would you ever think to put it to right
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| Well I wish I could remind
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| Myself of the first time
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| Three strikes I was out a long time ago
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| Now there’s nothing more to see
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| And nothing left to feel
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| Nothing more I can do for you
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| Seems obvious to me
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| There’s something else that runs too deep
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| A part of you don’t let anyone in to see
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| Then you tell me to read between the lines
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| Afraid of what I’ll find
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| You either held me too tight or held me down
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| Then you tell me to read between the lines
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| There might be things you need to find
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| Would you ever think to put it to right
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| Then you tell me to read between the lines
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| Afraid of what I’ll find
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| You either held me too tight or held me down
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| Then you tell me to read between the lines
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| There might be things you need to find
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| Would you ever think to put it to right |