| Do you think I’d say anything
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| Do you think I’d just come out and say what I feel
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| We’ve had some sticky moments
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| We’ve talked ourselves out now and everything’s real
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| And each passing day
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| Is one day to much
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| You take it out twice on the people you touch
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| And each passing hour
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| Is time with no end
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| Is this the something we’re unable to mend
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| Do you think I could sit here
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| And talk about the things that go on in my head
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| I’ve sorted things out now
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| Faced up to it over and over again
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| And why should I explain
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| If no-one else complains
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| Neurotic and boring
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| Reliable you
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| And how can I just run
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| When nothing can be done
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| I don’t know myself now but I can hear
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| There’s something wrong In something you said
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| It’s just a feeling this is not what I wanted
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| There’s something cold In the way you touch me
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| It’s just a feeling that you’re better without me
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| I just need a minute
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| I just need to scrape all this filth off my hands
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| Has anything changed now
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| No, nothing is pure
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| There’s just yellow and brown
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| But how am I sure
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| That you lost no more
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| Than family and friends over someone before
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| And anything now
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| Is pushing my luck
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| And you’ll break this silence
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| But I can hear
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| There’s something wrong In something you said
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| It’s just a feeling this is not what I wanted
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| There’s something cold In the way you touch me
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| It’s just a feeling that you’re better without me |