| I tried to climb the latter
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| Of the bruised and of the battered
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| Of the loved one that I should have left behind
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| I’ll tell you what you want to hear
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| Knowing that there’s more but it’s unclear
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| Of the phrases that are left undefined
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| It gets hard
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| It gets hard
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| To do what’s right
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| I don’t want to love you, but I do
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| I don’t want to need you, cut you loose
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| I don’t want you when you’re down on your knees
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| I don’t want you when you’re hard to please
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| Don’t tell me what I want to hear
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| I’m tired of the stream of tears
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| You love to beg on borrowed thoughts of mine
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| (Love to beg, love to beg, love to beg)
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| I tried to open up the door
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| But you take and you take and you just want more
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| I slam it in your face, a last goodbye
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| It gets hard
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| It gets hard
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| To do what’s right
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| I don’t want to love you, but I do
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| I don’t want to need you, cut you loose
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| I don’t want you when you’re down on your knees
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| I don’t want you when you’re hard to please
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| I’m wishing I could erase you
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| I’m wishing I could replace you
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| I don’t want to love you, but I do
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| I don’t want to need you, cut you loose
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| I don’t want you when you’re down on your knees
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| I don’t want you when you’re hard to please
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| I don’t want to love you, but I do
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| I don’t want to need you, cut you loose
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| I’m wishing I could erase you |