| Is there such things as to sensitive?
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| Should we ignore what really hurts?
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| You’re taking what I’m not giving,
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| It’s always the stupid things that seem to hurt us.
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| But can you see it in my eyes?
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| When you walked away and stabbed me in the back.
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| But please don’t tell me no more lies,
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| And I can see it in your eyes,
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| When you walked away chin buried in your chest,
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| And don’t you think I realize
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| What’s going on with the way you feel about me?
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| When I walk around this town,
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| All the different shades of brown,
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| People and the weather are so alike these days.
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| Snow on the ground, depressed and cold.
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| Beats the choice of growing old,
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| Thinking about you makes me smile.
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| Confused about the way I feel,
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| Can’t find the words to say.
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| I’m screaming but no one’s listening,
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| Same distant feelings, different day.
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| Can you see it in my eyes?
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| When you walked away and stabbed me in the back?
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| But please don’t tell me no more lies.
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| When I walk around this town,
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| All the different shades of brown,
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| People and weather are so alike these days.
|
| Snow on the ground, depressed and cold
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| Beats the choice of growing old,
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| Thinking about you makes me smile.
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| And I can see it in your eyes,
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| When you walked away chin buried in your chest,
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| And don’t you think I realize
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| What’s going on with the way you feel about me?
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| When I walk around this town,
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| All the different shades of brown,
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| People and weather are so alike these days.
|
| Snow on the ground, depressed and cold.
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| Beats the choice of growing old,
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| Thinking about you makes me smile. |