| Thinking that I want you,
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| And you know that I coulda got what I want,
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| Anybody feel that,
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| When you know,
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| But your heart lets it go 'til it’s all gone,
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| It’s not like I don’t see it,
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| When it’s coming on,
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| Still I feel like I don’t belong
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| The trouble with me is,
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| I’m the sum of the parts of something wild,
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| It’s a little big thing,
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| And I know it,
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| The trouble with me,
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| Is I got the heart of nobody’s child,
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| But I don’t wanna be free,
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| That’s the trouble with me
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| Thinking that you know me,
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| But it’s just when you think that,
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| You know it,
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| You’re wrong,
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| Wishing you could show me how to stay,
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| But I can’t anyway,
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| Not this song,
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| Don’t you know that I get weary,
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| I get so lonely but it’s just no use at all
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| You try to make sense of it you try,
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| But it’s not really me who’s saying goodbye,
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| It’s like I got some kinda split personality,
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| You know nothing ever gets control of me like this,
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| What can I do?
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| Thinking that I want you,
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| And you know that I coulda got what I want |