| You’re the lonely
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| One and only body in the world
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| Who can make me
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| Who can break me down into a young girl
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| You say that love is not that easy
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| And that’s the lesson that you teach me
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| So hypocritical, overly cynical
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| I’m sick and tired of all your preaching
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| Who are you to tell me, tell me
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| Who to, to be, to be?
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| You’re my last bone of contention
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| That could break at any mention
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| You’re the last wall that will stand tall
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| Till the end of the world
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| I know you only want to own me
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| And that’s the kind of love you show me
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| You tell me one thing and do another
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| Keep all your secrets undercover
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| Who are you to tell me, tell me
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| Who to, to be, to be?
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| Yeah, you let, you let go
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| Yeah, you let, you let go
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| Yeah, you let, you let go
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| Of me
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| Yeah you played the martyr for so long
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| That you can’t do anything wrong
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| Who are you to tell me, tell me
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| Who to, to be, to be?
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| Yeah, you let, you let go
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| Yeah, you let, you let go
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| Yeah, you let, you let go
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| Of me
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| Who are you to tell me, tell me
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| Who to, to be, to be? |