| Talk, talk. |
| Empty sentiment
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| I havent got the heart for disappointment
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| Ten thousand reasons why i should get out
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| The state you’re in, i better get you home
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| Car crash, running through my head
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| I’m saying things that are best left unsaid
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| Stop looking at me that way
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| I’m not the answer, i’ll be your anchor
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| Tired of the fight
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| Well i dont understand you better than most
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| I am just your friend, with troubles of my own
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| And i don’t understand you better than most
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| Better than most
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| You say you’re unravelling
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| I havent got the heart to watch you crying
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| One for the road, and another for the darkness
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| I’ll get you home and tomorrow you’ll forget this
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| Get ready for the fight
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| Well i don’t understand you better than most
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| I am just your friend, with troubles of my own
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| And i dont understand you better than most
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| Better than most
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| Hailstones beating on my heart
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| And i’m tired of holding back
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| What if i was to? |
| What would be so wrong with that?
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| These days i’m surrounded by people i dont even like
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| But boy, you are a flower, tonight i’ll be a liar
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| And tell you, it’s not right.
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| That i dont understand you better than most
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| I am just your friend with troubles of my own
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| And i dont understand you better than most
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| Better than most |