| «You are weak, I am strong
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| And I’ve done nothing but lead you on,» she said
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| Drove around all night
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| The stop lights were interminable, but I get along all right
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| As long as I don’t have to interact with anyone else
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| On a meaningful level I’ll be fine
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| 'Cause I don’t want to marry my convictions
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| Not right now
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| Not right now
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| Not right now
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| When wicked thoughts come inter alia
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| You wind up in Centralia, morally
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| Looking for a decent cup of coffee
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| Trying to meet halfway
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| It seems like I’m stealing your words
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| But really I’m just giving them back to you
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| Once again, it’s all about me, and pride is not a factor, no
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| Once again, it’s all about me
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| «You are weak, I am strong
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| And I’ve done nothing but lead you on and on,» she said
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| Feeling well… into my cups already
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| (just until my hands are steady)
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| The spins are setting in
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| I swear I’ll never never feel like myself again
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| I’d like to go back 10 years
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| And show you a picture of yourself now;
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| But I’m afraid that it might kill you then
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| You used to be such a loyal friend
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| Once again, it’s all about me, and pride is not a factor, no
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| Once again, it’s all about me:
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| Third person in the inner monologue again
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| It’s all about me
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| Me, yeah
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| Me, yeah |