| I can hear her fighting with herself
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| I can hear the words she doesn’t tell
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| Well right, left, right
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| I can almost hear the fight
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| Well a-ring-ring-ring
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| I can almost hear her thinkin'
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| Can almost hear her fighting
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| Can almost hear her fighting with herself
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| It’s like she wants to scream
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| But something is paralyzing
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| It’s like she’d want to talk
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| But then she turns to walk
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| I can almost hear the words she doesn’t say
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| She talks to talk but then she turns away
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| Well boom-boom-boom
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| There’s tension in the room
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| Well right, left, right
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| I can almost hear the fight
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| Can almost hear her thinkin'
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| Can almost hear her fighting with herself
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| It’s like she wants to scream
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| But something’s paralyzing
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| It’s like she’d want to stay
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| But then she turns away
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| On one shoulder is the angel
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| On the other is the devil
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| It’s like they’re both screaming at her
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| At some high volume level
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| It’s like she wants to scream
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| But something’s paralyzing
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| It’s like she wants to stay
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| But she turns away
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| And I can hear her fighting
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| Can almost hear her fighting with herself |