| i think it’s a joke
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| the way that you apologize
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| and it hurts
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| knowing you can lie while looking in my eyes
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| and you laugh
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| but this is no joke this is my life
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| and you cry
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| but tears won’t make this alright
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| and when we lay together
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| and i ask you what you’re thinking
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| you will tell me «nothing really»
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| i know your «nothing really»
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| has a face and a name
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| and here i thought that we were both the same
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| oh no
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| so yeah maybe i’m afraid of me
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| and what i’ll say instinctively
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| when i’m with you don’t know what to do
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| i’m grounded by your platitude
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| and what i need is some room to breath
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| away from all this apathy
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| so write this down in your diary:
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| he said «i love you… get away from me»
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| i think it’s a joke
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| the way you say you understand
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| cause you don’t
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| there’s no way for you to comprehend
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| and when we lay together
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| and you ask me what i’m thinking
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| i will tell you «nothing really»
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| know my «nothing really»
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| has a face and a name
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| know that i have learned to play your game
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| oh no
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| so yeah maybe i’m afraid of me
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| and what i’ll say instinctively
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| when i’m with you don’t know what to do
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| i’m grounded by your platitude
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| and what i need is some room to breath
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| away from all this apathy
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| so write this down in your diary
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| he said «i love you… get away from me»
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| sometimes when we lay together… |