| Don’t talk to me in that familiar way
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| When the keys are in my hand
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| Don’t say that everything is here to stay
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| And I must try to understand
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| When I’m trying not to look into your eyes
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| Trying not to listen to your lies
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| Trying just to keep hold of myself
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| Oh but it’s hard when you leave me on the shelf
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| You say that I set a path for you to follow
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| And I’ve already given in
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| But I only meant for you to taste not swallow
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| Where I end is where you must begibn
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| So try not to look into their eyes
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| Try not to listen to their lies
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| Try just to keep hold of yourself
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| Oh I know it’s hard when they leave you on their shelf
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| She’s such a sweet girl
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| Free of the taints of this world
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| Think that’s a compliment
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| Don’t be so full of sentiment
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| Why you worship sweetness
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| What virtue’s there in weakness
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| Being pushed about is nothing much to shout about I know |