| Could it be different? |
| Did I ruin the day?
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| Oh, do you look angry? |
| Oh, what did I say?
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| Filling in the gaps, build a problem that
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| Neither of us needs, something wrong with me
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| I’m getting desperate, losing my mind
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| Oh, how do we get here, every time?
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| One will fold their arms, one will do the dance
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| Really is no need, something wrong with me
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| No, I don’t think I can help it
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| Oh, so illogical, I’m not magical, I can’t read your mind
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| But how can you not hear the whole conversation?
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| I have, sitting still with a brain on fire
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| I know, it’s a me-thing
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| Eyes closed — isn’t helping?
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| When you go quiet, I hate myself
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| When you go quiet, I hate myself
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| Look at you sideways, playing a game
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| Oh, what if I laugh now, I think I’m insane
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| Filling in the gaps, build a problem that
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| Neither of us needs, something wrong with me
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| Pushing a boundary, something to prove
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| A strong expectation, you already lose
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| Oh, one will fold their arms, one will do the dance
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| Really is no need, something wrong with me
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| No, I don’t think I can help it
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| Oh, so illogical, I’m not magical, I can’t read your mind
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| But how can you not hear the whole conversation?
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| I have, sitting still with a brain on fire
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| I know, it’s a me-thing
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| Eyes closed — isn’t helping?
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| When you go quiet, I hate myself
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| When you go quiet, I hate myself
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| Hmm, hmm
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| Give me a mystery
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| Maybe they’ll bloom for me
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| It’s always the quiet ones
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| Oh, something here must be done
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| I’m hoping I’m ready here
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| I don’t think they get me, dear
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| I’m only proving how
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| I’m only worth losing now
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| Give me a mystery, maybe they’ll bloom for me
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| It’s always the quiet ones, something here must be done
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| I’m hoping I’m ready here, don’t think they get me, dear
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| I don’t think they get me, dear
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| Give me a mystery, maybe they’ll bloom for me
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| It’s always the quiet ones, something that must be done
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| I’m hoping I’m ready here, don’t think they get me, dear
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| I don’t think they get me, dear
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| I don’t think
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| I can help it
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| I don’t think
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| When you go quiet, I hate myself
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| I don’t think
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| I can help it
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| No, I don’t think
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| When you go quiet, I hate myself
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| Mmm, mmm
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| (Yeah!) |