| Why do I stay when you’re leaving
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| I’ve got splinters in my fingers from the damage that you’ve done
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| So why does it hurt when you’re speaking
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| All my words do you keep twisting till you’ve turned them all around
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| These shallow heights
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| Stitch me up inside
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| 'Cause I, I feel better when I’m lying to
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| Better when I’m lying to myself
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| I feel better when I’m lying to
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| Better when I’m lying to myself
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| I feel better when I’m lying to myself
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| Why do I stay when you’re leaving
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| I’ve got holes left in my pockets from betting against the odds
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| So why do I cave when you’re begging
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| For the second chance that I have given you so many times
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| These shallow heights
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| Stitch me up inside
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| 'Cause I, I feel better when I’m lying to
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| Better when I’m lying to myself
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| I feel better when I’m lying to
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| Better when I’m lying to myself
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| I feel better when I’m lying to
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| Better when I’m lying to myself
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| And my head, and my head, and my head’s in the clouds
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| And you’re calling me up saying you’re leaving town
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| Tell me where, tell me where, tell me where are we now
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| Mmh
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| 'Cause I, I feel better when I’m lying to
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| Better when I’m lying to myself
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| I feel better when I’m lying to
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| Better when I’m lying to myself
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| I feel better when I’m lying to
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| Better when I’m lying to myself
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| I feel better when I’m lying to myself
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| I feel better when I’m lying to
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| Better when I’m lying to myself |