| And when I asked for a separate room
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| It was late at night, and we’d been driving since noon
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| But if I’d known how that would sound to you
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| I would have stayed in your bed for the rest of my life
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| Just to prove I was right
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| That it’s harder to be friends than lovers
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| And you shouldn’t try to mix the two
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| 'Cause if you do it and you’re still unhappy
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| Then you know that the problem is you
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| And it’s true that I stole your lighter
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| And it’s also true that I lost the map
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| But when you said that I wasn’t worth talking to
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| I had to take your word on that
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| But if you’d known how that would sound to me
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| You would have taken it back
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| And boxed it up and buried it in the ground
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| Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
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| Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
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| Burned it up and thrown it away
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| You put in my hands a loaded gun
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| And then told me not to fire it
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| When you did the things you said were up to me
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| And then accused me of trying to fuck it up
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| But you’ve never been a waste of my time
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| It’s never been a drag
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| So take a deep breath and count back from ten
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| And maybe you’ll be alright
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| And the license said you had to stick around until I was dead
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| But if you’re tired of looking at my face, I guess I already am
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| But you’ve never been a waste of my time
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| It’s never been a drag
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| So take a deep breath and count back from ten
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| And maybe you’ll be alright |