| On balance I’d take
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| 'Nother emotional crisis
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| Over your slow pulse rate
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| I’m picking up more nervous tics
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| You’re staying inside, playing dead
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| And every time my dog barks
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| It’s a bomb dropping overhead
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| You control your breathing but you
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| Can’t control what you’re feeling for me
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| Can’t control what you’re feeling for me
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| Can’t control what you’re feeling for me
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| Can’t control what you’re feeling for me, no
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| More graphic nightmares
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| And I could make that better
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| But you won’t let me, don’t dare
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| So, on balance I’d say
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| This type of ultra coldness
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| Is the worst kind I’ve shared
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| I’m picking up more nervous tics
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| You’re staying inside, playing dead
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| So, all this longwave silence
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| Can we please put it to bed?
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| You control your heartbeat but you
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| Can’t shut down
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| You control your heartbeat but you
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| Can’t shut down
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| You control your heartbeat but you
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| Can’t shut down
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| You control your heartbeat but you
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| Can’t shut down
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| You control your breathing but you
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| Can’t control what you’re feeling for me
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| Can’t control what you’re feeling for me
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| Can’t control what you’re feeling for me
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| Can’t control what you’re feeling for me, no |