| I’m like a paper cup with a pin prick
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| You can fill me up, I’ll only stay full for a while
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| And wisdom’s only shown me
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| That my loneliness is all my fault
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| And it’s all my fault
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| And I don’t know what I have done wrong
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| You say you understand me
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| Well I don’t get you at all
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| And it seems everyone around me is
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| So good at faking it that I don’t know
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| Just how to act around you
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| I’m like a paper bag, but the bottom’s wet
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| It must be something bleeding internally inside
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| I didn’t know the things that you never did
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| Could stay with you your whole life
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| And I don’t know what I have done wrong
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| You say you understand me
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| Well I don’t get you at all
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| And it seems everyone around me is
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| So good at faking it that I don’t know
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| Just how to act around you
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| And how to act about you
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| I’ve got a memory, but
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| I can’t hear what you’re saying
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| You’re looking straight at me, but
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| I’m looking the other way |