| Well i’m not sure if you’re angry
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| But i’m not gonna stick around to find out
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| Because this is not worth the time
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| And the hours on the bus i’d write about you
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| Were wasted words
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| We can patch things up for another week
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| But there’s no point if everything is my fault
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| It’s all my fault
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| Sitting inside your living room
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| Screaming i hate the things you do
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| Inside of your head
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| Time after time you fall
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| For the same mistakes you made
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| When you thought that love belonged
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| To you to you to you to you
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| You said, «you can write about what you want»
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| If that’s true why do i feel like shit when you call
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| We can patch things up for another week
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| But there’s no point if everything is my fault
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| It’s all my fault |