| It’s not what you’re thinking
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| It’s so much worse
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| I don’t think you’re listening
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| You can hear them waiting
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| There must be some interference
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| Perhaps some slight of hand
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| No I don’t think you’re listening
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| No I don’t think you can
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| It’s so so overdue
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| We’re all fresh out of patience
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| These thorns are all year long
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| No other way to say this
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| It’s so so overdue
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| We’re all fresh out of patience
|
| These thorns are all year long
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| No other way to say this
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| A dream you can’t remember
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| 'Til something reminds
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| The kind of pain that lasts forever
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| So nice that we learn to like it
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| We learn how to forget
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| 'Til something reminds
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| That kind of pain that lasts forever
|
| So nice, so caught up in time
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| It’s not what you’re thinking
|
| It’s so much worse
|
| I don’t think you’re listening
|
| You can hear them waiting
|
| There must be some interference
|
| Perhaps some slight of hand
|
| No I don’t think you’re listening
|
| No I don’t think you can
|
| It’s so so overdue
|
| We’re all fresh out of patience
|
| These thorns are all year long
|
| No other way to say this
|
| It’s so so overdue
|
| We’re all fresh out of patience
|
| These thorns are all year long
|
| No other way to say this
|
| A dream you can’t remember
|
| 'Til something reminds
|
| The kind of pain that lasts forever
|
| So nice that we learn to like it
|
| We learn how to forget
|
| 'Til something reminds
|
| That kind of pain that lasts forever
|
| So nice, so caught up in time |