| Sometimes I don’t say the right things to make you love me even more than you
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| do.
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| Though I try, I just can’t apologize for all the things I’m putting you through.
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| I talk too much.
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| And that’s why I’m doing in your head (tonight).
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| We talk too much.
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| Some things are better left unsaid (that's right).
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| My evil tongue,
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| does seem to run,
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| with a mind of it’s own.
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| I must be cursed,
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| I always make it worse,
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| you may aswell just take me home.
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| Sometimes I don’t say the right things to make you love me even more than you
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| do.
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| Though I try, I just can’t apologize for all the things I’m putting you through.
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| Well I know that you’ve been through it and you have your scars.
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| All the women are from Venus and the men are from Mars.
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| I could tell you everytime I admit the charge (so wrong).
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| Last thing I want to do is to cause you grief.
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| When I hide your clean soul from the dark beneath.
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| When it comes to the feeling I can make this brief (so strong).
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| Below the horizon suns dip.
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| We’re playing our hand with one chip.
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| How could we think we had so little to lose.
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| And in the flights of fireflies.
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| There is a pattern recognised.
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| How could we think we had so little to lose.
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| Sometimes I don’t say the right things to make you love me even more than you
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| do.
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| Though I try, I just can’t apologize for all the things I’m putting you through.
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| Sometimes I don’t say the right things to make you love me even more than you
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| do.
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| Though I try, I just can’t apologize for all the things I’m putting you through.
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| And the breath I waste,
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| just to fill the space,
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| it has built a taste,
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| in your mouth everytime,
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| and yes I’m blessed,
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| and self-obsessed,
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| she gives you more,
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| but I give you less, and less.
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| Well I know that you’ve been through it and you have your scars.
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| All the women are from Venus and the men are from Mars.
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| I could tell you everytime I admit the charge (so wrong).
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| Last thing I want to do is to cause you grief.
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| When I hide your clean soul from the dark beneath.
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| When it comes to the feeling I can make this brief (so strong).
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| She says I know you know what you do but you still keep doing it. |