| Your absent, dismissive
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| Acting to feel like your characteristic
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| And I have been patient
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| So the both of us don’t fall apart
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| No no no
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| I swear I don’t want us to fall
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| So I have to ask myself, hey
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| How do you make, wild love stay
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| If it’s in a glass cage on the wall?
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| It was never really caged at all,
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| Now it’s gone
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| So we fight and you hide
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| And I look up and you go down
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| We’re fine despite that you go up
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| When I look down
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| You’re a deadbeat, not a fighter
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| You’re like chapstick, or a lighter
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| I know you’re there if I really need you
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| But sometimes it takes a while
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| I’m laid back, submissive
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| But that don’t mean I’ll keep putting up with it
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| I have been patient
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| So the both of us don’t fall apart
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| No no no
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| I swear I don’t want us to fall
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| But I have to ask myself, hey
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| How do I say that it’s not okay
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| And I’m not okay with it at all
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| When I swear I’m talking straight to a wall
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| and soon I’ll be gone
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| So we fight and you hide and I look up
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| And you go down
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| But we’re fine despite that you go up
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| When I look down
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| You’re a deadbeat, not a fighter
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| You’re like chapstick, or a lighter
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| I know you’re there if I really need you
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| But you take too long to fight |