| We’ve been butting our heads until there is nothing left
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| Flumpity Dumpty, we cracked each others eggs
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| We just talk of disrespect
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| And unconsidered blood and stomach and leg
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| Swell and overspill and pungent sweat
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| We want to sing song like wicker man
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| But instead we just bicker, man
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| And I planned something better in my head
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| But we traveled the world to argue 'bout how something was said
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| We have each other’s backs
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| We both have backs
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| Is it constructive criticism
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| Or just a form of attack?
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| It’s all push and pull
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| Conversations on tension
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| There’s more baggage than our gear
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| We try to keep it unmentioned
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| Oh the shows, the sights, the elation
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| So quickly met with a negation
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| The self hatred I tried to better direct
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| There’s a rug you pull that resets my head
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| And I have tried to have some pride
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| But it is so hard with you by my side
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| You like to remind me who I am
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| And as I try to build a better life you nay-say my plans
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| We have each other’s backs
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| We both have backs
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| Is it constructive criticism
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| Or just a form of attack?
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| It’s all push and pull
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| Conversations on tension
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| There’s more baggage than our gear
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| We try to keep it unmentioned
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| I can try so hard
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| I can fall so fast
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| Recognise a little thanks
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| Best I’m gonna get from you today
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| You do not try so I do not too
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| Soon we are both ashamed so I hide my face from you and
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| The tether binds, don’t want to share sometimes
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| All my life sliced down the middle
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| The huff and the puff
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| The strop and the snap
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| Is it constructive criticism or just a form of attack?
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| Now what is said behind my back?
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| Oh how do you skew the facts?
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| So many details missed out
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| Your actions hurt me more now |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. I: Bicker Man, artist - Crywank. Album song Fist Me 'Til Your Hand Comes out My Mouth, in the genre