| When you were locked up in your room alone
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| Neglecting even just to touch the phone
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| Salty tears rolling down your cheeks
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| Like they had many times before
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| Did you fear that every time you speak
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| Would be the very final word that creeps
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| Between your teeth and off your tongue before
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| You collapse from a broken heart?
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| I’ve gone half crazy
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| Worried about you, about you
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| My left eye’s gone lazy
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| Worried about you, about you
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| Every morning were you petrified
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| That nobody could ever pacify
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| The sinking feeling that you had deep down
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| That kept your heart on hold?
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| My shoulder was an easy place to hide
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| I didn’t mind 'cause I could pass the time
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| Counting the thousand little lies you kept
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| Inside of your broken heart
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| I’ve gone half crazy
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| Worried about you, about you
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| My left eye’s gone lazy
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| Worried about you, about you
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| Every word you say is self-directed
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| And I think that, that is tragic
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| And every time you open up you mouth to speak
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| It’s self referenced and that’s tragic
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| You don’t have to see the world
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| To know it’s true
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| You don’t have to see the world
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| To know that it keeps turning
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| I’ve gone half crazy
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| Worried about you, about you
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| My left eye’s gone lazy
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| Worried about you, about you
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| My! |