| I get your messages
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| I read them all aloud
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| My friends they roll their eyes
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| shake their heads
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| make a frown
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| But it seems so well-intentioned
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| and at once I’m beginning to fall
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| There’s no point to even mention you at all
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| I am a cold and older double talkin' lies
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| My rate a tickin' bomb while I’m shocked
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| and I cry
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| But I know you still remember
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| That I’m not very hard to disarm
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| And you know I’m no contender to your charms
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| So stop your crying
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| You know I’ll be the one to let you back in
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| I’m so sick of lying
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| Telling myself it’s the end
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| I know better
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| But here I go again
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| I am a photograph of moments stuck in time
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| A modern crease that covers me
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| and resigns
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| But the girl I still see clearly
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| with her heart colored red in love
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| Is a hat that isn’t nearly good enough
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| So stop your crying
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| You know I’ll be the one to let you back in
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| I’m so sick of lying
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| telling myself it’s the end
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| I know better but here I go
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| So stop your crying
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| You know I’ll be the one to let you back in
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| I’m so sick of lying
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| telling myself it’s the end
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| Oh stop your crying!
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| You know I’ll be the one to let you back in
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| I’m so sick of lying
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| telling myself it’s the end
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| Here I go again |