| I want you around but I can’t
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| And I don’t want to be proud, but I can’t get it out my mouth
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| Split the difference, go on, I promise I’ll keep your secret safe with me
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| We knew it was all your fault at least
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| But whose fault is it now?
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| I know it’s not an end, but I know it’s not a start
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| Am I clapping out the syllables to «Your hands tear•ing this a•part»?
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| And I know it’s not love when it’s not love
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| And I know that you know that it’s not love
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| I want you around but I can’t
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| And I don’t want to be proud but I can’t spit you out my mouth
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| So I’ll sing «Is Nice» in the back of your car
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| When it was clear to me you’d stopped listening
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| I can’t picture you
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| I can’t get it right
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| My friends are so damn loud I know
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| Why can’t they quiet down, oh no
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| My friends are so damn loud I know
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| Why can’t they quiet down and slow their words
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| To tell me what I want to hear?
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| Come on and tell me what I want to hear! |