| Well you invite me in
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| then shut me out into the cold.
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| Well I’m so sick of knocking on your door.
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| You always think you’re right but you never try to see
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| what’s on the other side of the door.
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| You gotta make up your mind.
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| This isn’t the price is right.
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| Or do you have something to hide?
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| Or can you really not make up your mind?
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| Is it really that hard
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| to think of someone else?
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| Or can you only think of yourself?
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| You beg me to come back to you
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| and as soon as I even reply
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| you act like I just said a big lie.
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| Well i’m so sick and tired of trying to read your mind.
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| How am I to know what you think
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| when you don’t even know yourself inside,
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| when you don’t even know your own mind.
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| Sometimes when I sleep
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| I pray that when I wake
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| you will have escaped my memories
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| You spin me round and round
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| and hold me right down
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| to the bottom of your heart.
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| You gotta make up your mind,
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| this isn’t the price is right.
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| Or do you have something to hide?
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| Or can you really not make up your mind?
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| Well Im so sick and tired of trying to read your mind
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| How am I to know what you think
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| when you don’t even know yourself inside,
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| when you don’t even know your own mind?
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| Oh what do you hide?
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| When you hide?
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| What’s inside?
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| What’s inside?
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| What do you hide?
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| When you hide?
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| What’s inside?
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| What’s inside?
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| Well you invite me in
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| then shut me out into the cold. |