| The girl is back, takes a drag off her cigarette
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| Clothes on her back, she’ll shrug you off with just one laugh
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| Yeah, she’s so calm
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| Yeah, she’s so calm
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| And her indifference could burn the whole place down
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| You do so many things, you do so many things
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| And I love you for it, but I usually forget
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| You do so many things, you do so many things
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| And I love you for it, but I usually forget
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| The boy is left, trying to sort through all the mess
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| Became so attached to feeling like a piece of trash
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| And he’s so numb
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| And he’s so numb
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| And his indifference could burn the whole place down
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| You do so many things, you do so many things
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| And I love you for it, but I usually forget
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| You do so many things, you do so many things
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| And I love you for it, but I usually forget
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| And even when the dogs don’t bark
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| Coming in at three o’clock
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| Do you want me?
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| Or is it funny to ya?
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| Oh man
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| You do so many things, you do so many things
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| And I love you for it
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| You do so many things, you do so many things
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| And I love you for it, but I usually forget |