| Don’t tell me to write a song about you
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| Don’t tell me what to do
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| This is getting old
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| And I don’t know what to say anymore
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| I just don’t feel like I did before
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| And I’m sorry, but my friends say that I shouldn’t be
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| I just traded in this season for better company
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| I get sick to my stomach, every time I try to confront this
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| So many nights spend staring at the ceiling
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| Trying to put the right words together
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| To let you know that I’m leaving forever
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| Trying to put the right words together
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| Like a dull blade to the dead weight I severed
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| And I don’t know where to begin
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| You’re fading out and wearing me thin
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| And it’s not that I lost my touch
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| I just can’t make it hard enough
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| I think it’s like my friend Joe says
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| «I don’t need anyone or anything»
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| I just need something to believe in
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| You tell me that I’m running away, yeah
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| You hit the nail on the head
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| Drive one last nail into my eardrum
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| Bleed your voice out of my head
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| Stick the nail in your hand, drive it into my head
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| I don’t regret a thing I said
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| Take the nail in your hand, drive it into my head
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| Because I’m already dead
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| Trying to put the right words together
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| Now I’m gone and leaving forever
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| Trying to put the right words together
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| In search of something better |