| When you piece it all together
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| They’re just fragments of imagination
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| Leave mid-conversation, so frustrated
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| With your hands up, hands up
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| Woo
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| Hands up, Hands up
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| Hands up, Hands up
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| Pulling the tulips up by the roots
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| Shaking off the dirt to get a look at you
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| Throwing the heartache onto the flame
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| Landing just where my body lay
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| And I don’t believe that look in your eye
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| Give me a reason to even try
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| Yeah you’re waiting for me to mess it up
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| Yeah so you can say that you’ve had enough
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| Well I’ve had enough
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| As you leave mid-conversation, so frustrated
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| With your hands up, hands up
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| Yeah you’re waiting for me to mess it up
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| Yeah well I am
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| The power to choose or the right to refuse
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| You said it doesn’t matter but it bothers you
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| Full blown panic, you were howling at the moon
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| It’s hard to forget what you never knew
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| And I don’t believe that look in your eye
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| Saying nothing said it
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| Yeah you’re waiting for me to mess it up
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| Yeah so you can say that you’ve had enough
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| Well I’ve had enough
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| As you leave mid-conversation, so frustrated
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| With your hands up, hands up
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| Yeah you’re waiting for me to mess it up
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| And I feel frustration
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| But I couldn’t talk out loud
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| Clear desperation
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| I’m blacking out
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| When you piece it all together
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| They’re just fragments of imagination
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| Leave mid-conversation, so frustrated
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| With your hands up
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| Yeah you’re waiting for me to mess it up
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| Yeah so you can say that you’ve had enough
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| Well I’ve had enough
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| As you leave mid-conversation, so frustrated
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| With your hands up, hands up
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| Yeah you’re waiting for me to mess it up
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| Oh yeah |