| How many times do I have to try to tell you
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| That I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
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| But when I start to try to tell you
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| That’s when you have to tell me
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| «Hey… this trouble’s only just begun»
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| I tell myself too many times
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| Why don’t you learn to keep your mouth shut
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| That’s why it hurts so bad to hear the words
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| That keep on falling from your mouth
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| Falling from your mouth, falling from your mouth
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| Tell me
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| Why?
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| I may be mad
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| I may be blind
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| I may be viciously unkind
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| But I can still read what you’re thinking
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| What you are thinking, what are you thinking
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| I’ve heard it said too many times
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| You’d be better off
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| Besides…
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| Why can’t you see this boat is sinking
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| (This boat is sinking)
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| Let’s go down to water’s edge
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| We can cast away these doubts
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| Some things are better left unsaid
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| They still turn me inside out
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| Turning inside out, turning inside out
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| Tell me
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| Why?
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| Tell me
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| Why?
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| You tell me
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| This is the book I never read
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| The words I never said
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| The path I’ll never tread
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| And the dreams I’ll dream instead
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| The joy that’s seldom spread
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| The tears that we shed
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| The fear
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| And the dread
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| And the contents inside my head
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| These are the years they spent
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| This is what they represent
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| This is how I feel
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| Do you even know how I feel?
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| ‘Cause if you know, I don’t think you know how I feel
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| How can you know?
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| You never asked me
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| Why?
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| Why? |