| Oh babe I gotta say
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| I learned the hard way with you
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| Your words like books had me hooked like summer time
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| Cooking up my mind all the way through
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| I guess I held on too tight
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| I broke my fingers on your floor that night
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| And I lost my faith in my own breath
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| Who knew that love could feel like this?
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| It’s not your concern
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| All I really learned
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| Is all your rounds of roundabouts
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| Oh man they burn me out
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| They say that God knows a way
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| But I’m standing in the dark
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| I soaked you up, you wrung me out here on a line
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| Messing up my time in the park
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| Oh, but its not your concern, no
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| All I really learned
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| Is all your rounds of roundabout
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| Oh man, they burn me out
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| It don’t feel good, this goodbye but
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| By and by we’ll go
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| I won’t put it on you
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| I am well aware that I caused us trouble too
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| And I won’t look back on you in anger, no I won’t
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| Even if you do the same or if you don’t
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| It’s not your concern
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| All I’ve really learned
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| Is all your rounds of roundabout
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| Oh man, they burn me out
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| They just burn, burn me out |