| If you call me I’ll be at home in the lost and found
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| Feeling alone, desperate, trying to make a sound
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| Don’t wanna write a song just to have a song
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| And I don’t wanna feel held down by every wrong
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| I’m the make-up sex that never felt any good, I’m your fickle relationship
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| If you build me up I’ll only let you down
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| I’m the paper in your fingers that rips
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| When you’re just trying to smoke it
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| I’m stuck on you again
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| Oh it’d be fine if I hadn’t ever gone to bed
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| I got drunk and fell awake
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| It’d be okay if I hadn’t have seen your face
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| I don’t know how it feels to be on your mind
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| I’m your parents trapped inside a loveless marriage
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| Telling you lies so you don’t have to take the baggage
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| I’m a rock in your shoe, badly designed
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| Eyes half closed, laughing at the wrong times
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| There are feelings I know that I’ll never feel
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| And I’ll never write a song like Aussie Wil
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| I’m just a blagger, no I don’t deserve this
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| But we’re just nobodies so just get over it
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| If this ends tomorrow then I’ll feel fine
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| It feels like an impossibility this could even be mine
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| Just a series of opportunities that I took
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| By saying yes
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| So now I’m saying yes |