| Those dirty things you said to me still hang above my bed
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| Climb down from the ceiling
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| Rest upon my head
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| Oh the painting on my walls
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| Like works of art gone wrong
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| They’re not working babe
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| Man, it’s coming back to you
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| Reaching like a baby
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| Tugging on your sleeve
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| Missing all the good things
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| Honey, I’m too small to see
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| Oh, my arms they get so tired
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| Hanging on this wire
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| Why won’t you catch me
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| And I’m wondering when it’s coming back to you
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| Oh and I’m wondering when it’s coming back to you
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| Oh and I’m tied up, tired with feeling sorry for myself
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| And you also lie cause it don’t faze you
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| My God that ball and chain you swing around
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| To stake your claim ain’t gonna save you
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| I know what goes around comes back around comes back around
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| Your words they sound like dirt to me you scraped up off the ground
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| And it gets hard to breathe when its stuck between your teeth
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| Don’t look to me now
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| Don’t look to me now
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| Cause I’m not coming back to you
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| Oh no, no I’m not coming back to you
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| Oh and I’m tied up, tired with feeling sorry for myself
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| And you also lie cause it don’t faze you
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| My God that ball and chain you swing around
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| To stake your claim ain’t gonna save you
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no
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| Cause I’m not coming back to you
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| Oh no, no I’m not coming back to you |