| Your back’s against the wall
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| You’re staring into space
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| It’s like talking to a ghost half a mile away
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| So come on girl
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| Don’t be so cold
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| I have tried to tell you
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| But you’re tired of being told
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| You’re tired so tired
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| There’s coals under your feet
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| But your cheeks are turning red
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| Pull the wool over your eyes
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| With snakes under your bed
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| So come on girl
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| Don’t be so cold
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| I have tried to tell you
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| But you’re tired of being told
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| You’re way too young to act so old
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| I have tried to tell you
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| Oh I have tried to tell you
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| I have tried to tell you
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| But you’re tired of being told
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| Your tired so tired
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| Your backs against the wall
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| You’re staring into space
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| It’s like talking to a ghost half a mile away
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| So come on girl
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| Don’t be so cold
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| I have tried to tell you
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| But your tired of being told |