| I’d lay my jacket dow
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| On that puddle of my tears
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| And if you turn the tables on me
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| I’d pull out your chair
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| If you gave me the controller
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| I would offer my coat
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| And I guess I never told you
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| Now I gotta let you know
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| Maybe I’m just crazy, maybe I’m too nice
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| But I could never hate you, it just wouldn’t feel right
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| That’s not how I was raised, so I’ll just be polite
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| And hold the door for you as you walk out of my life
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| I’ll be polite (Oh yeah)
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| I’ll be polite
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| I’d give you my umbrella
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| If you rained on my parade
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| 'Cause I just want to see you shine
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| Not tryna throw no shade
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| If I tried to buy you flowers
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| Would you throw them at my feet?
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| 'Cause I know that things went sour
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| But it still feels bittersweet
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| Maybe I’m just crazy, maybe I’m too nice
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| But I could never hate you, it just wouldn’t feel right
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| That’s not how I was raised, so I’ll just be polite
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| And hold the door for you as you walk out of my life
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| I’ll be polite (Oh, ooh yeah)
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| I’ll be polite (Oh, mmm)
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| I’ll hold the door, I’ll hold the door
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| As you walk out of my life
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| I’ll hold the door, I’ll hold the door (I'll hold the door, yeah)
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| As you walk out of my life
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| Maybe I’m just crazy, maybe I’m too nice
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| But I could never hate you
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| It just wouldn’t feel right (No no, no no)
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| That’s not how I was raised, so I’ll just be polite
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| And hold the door for you as you walk out of my life (Oh yeah)
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| Maybe I’m just crazy, maybe I’m too nice
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| But I could never hate you
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| It just wouldn’t feel right (No no, no no)
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| That’s not how I was raised (No no, no no)
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| So I’ll just be polite (No no, no no)
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| And hold the door for you as you walk out of my life
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| I’ll be polite |