| You’re whining bitching all day long
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| You don’t connect you don’t belong
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| When you wanna 'fess up and you wanna come clean
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| It’s like taking a kick in the spleen
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| Could you dial back just a notch I’m asking…
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| Will you won’t you do you don’t you
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| With the insecurities that you’re masking
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| Not that I would do but could you
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| You wear things out like the air we breathe
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| You care about things like what’s underneath
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| You rant about shit and nobody cares
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| Take a tumble down in a flight of stairs
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| Could you dial back just a notch I’m asking…
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| Will you won’t you do you don’t you
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| With the insecurities that you’re masking
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| Not that I would do but could you
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| Your sob stories are the oldest ones in the book
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| Will you won’t you do you don’t you
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| That’s what we call a storm in a tea cup
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| Not that I would do but could you
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| Could you dial back just a notch I’m asking…
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| Will you won’t you do you don’t you
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| With the insecurities that you’re masking
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| Not that I would do but could you
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| Your sob stories are the oldest ones in the book
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| Will you won’t you do you don’t you
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| That’s what we call a storm in a tea cup
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| Not that I would do but could you |