| I think we’ve been here before
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| And you’re digging a hole
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| While I’m ceiling to floor
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| With your girl on the phone
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| And the kids in the yard,
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| who just wanna go home
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| But you’re digging a hole
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| So that you’re not alone anymore
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| We used to light the room right up
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| Now we barely see the colours on the walls (on the walls)
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| I like it dark, I like it dark
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| That way you never really see me at all
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| I’m not quite the man that you needed me to be
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| I’m not quite the man that you needed me to be
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| You’re not that cold
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| oh no oh oh oh
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| You’re not that cold
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| oh no oh oh oh
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| But I don’t wanna love no more
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| I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
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| I don’t wanna love no more
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| I don’t wanna love because of you
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| You think your talking is gold
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| And you’ve been here before
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| but your aging gets old,
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| when your life’s on the floor
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| Only heaven can know
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| Where your heaviness goes
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| When the kids in the yard
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| Find themselves in the home, oh no
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| I’m not quite the man that you needed me to be
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| I’m not quite the man that you needed me to be
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| You’re not that cold
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| oh no oh oh oh
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| You’re not that cold
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| oh no oh oh oh
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| I’m not quite the man that you needed me to be
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| I’m not quite the man that you needed me to be
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| But I don’t wanna love no more
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| I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
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| I don’t wanna love no more
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| I don’t wanna love because of you |