| What I say is what I get
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| I’m just tongue-tied
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| Waiting in the back of my mind is «You're not worth it»
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| A daily dose of my own regret
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| And unsaid feelings that I won’t forget
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| So I speak the truth into empty cans and bottles
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| (It's a problem)
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| The definition of a diary but put into a song
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| Everything I ever meant to say but always said it wrong
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| Every day I dial your number, I just never make the call
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| It’s like standing on the edge so I can contemplate the fall
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| Did you forget you said forever when I asked how long you’d stay?
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| And that we’d always make it better if it ever went astray?
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| I guess that liars aren’t compatible, that’s why we parted ways
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| It doesn’t change the fact I still believe in everything you say
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| So I’ll contemplate the fall
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| So I’ll contemplate the fall
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| What I say is what I get
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| I’m just tongue-tied
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| Let’s just get this over with
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| A knot left untied
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| The definition of a diary but put into a song
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| The definition of a diary but put into a song
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| Did you forget you said forever when I asked how long you’d stay?
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| (And I’ll contemplate the fall)
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| It doesn’t change the fact I still believe in everything you say
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| (And I’ll contemplate the fall)
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| Because I do
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| Because I do |