| I am a dull to your head
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| Tracking quietly from the door
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| Slammed it straight I yelled
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| «Why'd I even come here?»
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| But still I stay for a while
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| And every draw that I can find
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| So, you counter on the floor
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| You’re not very organized
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| Are you? |
| I said to myself
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| I said to myself
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| You should go you should leave
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| Please stop pulling on my sleeve
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| But I stood there, I stood there
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| With a note for my head
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| Opposite of what my heart said
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| I should not be here, ya know.
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| I went through all your dirty laundry
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| Even though your smelly socks and underwear
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| Where those even came from
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| So everything you had lying around from your decker cards
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| Should the way you feel about me Just be laying on the ground
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| I said to myself
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| I said to myself
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| You should go you should leave
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| Please stop pulling on my sleeve
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| But I stood there, I stood there
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| With a note for my head
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| Opposite of what my heart said
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| Oh I should not be here, ya know.
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| I said to myself
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| I said to myself
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| You should go you should leave
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| Please stop pulling on my sleeve
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| But I stood there, I stood there
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| With a note for my head
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| Opposite of what my heart said
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| Oh I should not be here, ya know.
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| Oh I should not be here, ya know. |