| When is it too many times
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| To tell you that I think of you every night
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| I don’t want to make it hard on you
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| So I could be cruel
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| Yeah I could make you hate me
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| Would that make it easy
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| Did you think I forgot
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| The fireworks, the black eye
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| Trading blows on the fourth of July
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| But you were right, I was asking for it
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| I always am
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| It’s no good if the pain doesn’t make you feel like you earned it
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| And I probably deserved it
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| 'Cause all you ever say is
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| «What's the point; |
| is anybody there to help me now»
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| It’s not that I think I’m good
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| I know that I’m evil
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| I guess I was trying to even it out
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| Isn’t that what you want
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| For me to be miserable like you
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| Well brother, you’re about to get your wish
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| Putting my fist through the plaster in the bathroom of a Motel 6
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| I must have pictured it all a thousand times
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| I swear to God I think I’m gonna die
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| I know you were right
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| I can’t be fixed, so help me
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| 'Cause all you ever say is
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| «What's the point; |
| is anybody there to help me now»
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| It’s not that I think I’m good
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| I know that I’m evil
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| I guess I was trying to even it out |