| This is where I say I’ve had enough
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| And no one should ever feel the way that I feel now
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| A walking open wound
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| A trophy display of bruises
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| And I don’t believe that I’m getting any better, any better
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| Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
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| And I’m thinking awful things
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| I’m pretty sure that few would notice
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| And this apartment is starving for an argument
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| Anything at all to break the silence
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| Wandering this house
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| Like I’ve never wanted out
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| And this is about as social as I get now
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| And I’m throwing away the letters that I am writing you
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| Cause they would never do
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| I would never do, never
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| But don’t be a liar
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| Don’t say that «everything's working»
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| When everything’s broken
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| And you smile like a saint
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| But you curse like a sailor
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| And your eyes say the joke’s on me
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| I’m not laughing, you’re not leaving
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| Well, who do I think I am kidding
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| When I’m the only one locked in this cell |