| You have the same stubbornness as a hammerhead
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| Don’t need to get into it when every which way is wrong
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| And every right is your own
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| And everything is either black or white
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| But even I know the in-betweens and outs
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| My lowly brain can comprehend
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| But if it’s simple you want then don’t go looking for love
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| It’ll complicate you in the end
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| I may be hollow but I’ve had my fill
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| A vital love I wasn’t afraid to spill
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| And in the morning when I’m hollow still
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| There won’t be any room for us
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| I had the same stubbornness as my rival
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| Wouldn’t even compromise
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| When it was it was too even, Steven
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| Didn’t want to be eating
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| Such a big piece of the humble pie
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| It was a heartless
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| But I wont go do that again
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| No, if it’s easy I want, I won’t go dishing at love
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| Like it’s something I got plenty of
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| I may be hollow but I’ve had my fill
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| A vital love I wasn’t afraid to spill
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| And in the morning when I’m hollow still
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| There won’t be any room for us
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| I have the same attitude as my mother
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| I think I’ll see it out alone, it may be sweet to share a bed
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| But when you’re fucking with my head
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| This stopping pity’s a no-go zone
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| I wanna love you but it got too much
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| You have to build it out of stronger stuff
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| And I do something but it’s not enough
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| And there isn’t room for us
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| i may be hollow but I’ve had my fill
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| A vital love I wasn’t afraid to spill
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| And in the morning when I’m hollow still
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| There won’t be any room |