| I’m sick of your lies
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| And i’m sick of your threats
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| I’m sick of the way you want
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| And i sick of the way you get
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| Wait’l i take off
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| Wait’l you’re so bored
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| You’ll still be waiting someday
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| But you’ll never be sure
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| You’re calling me with the blues
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| It’s something i’ve gotten use to
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| You treat me like a meal
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| That you wanna throw-up
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| You treat me and you trick me
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| And you don’t show up
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| Don’t worry of the queen
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| If the seats not sold
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| I’m sure you’ll keep your tan
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| When the sun makes you look old you’re calling me so what do you need
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| Isn’t that why you called
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| I know you think i’m such a fabulous person
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| That’s not the point
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| Just tell me which way did you fall
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| Just like that i’ve gone back on my word
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| I love you too much to let you fly with a bird
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| Coming down from an aeroplane crash
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| Tapping off the shivers on your cigarette ash
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| You’re calling me with the blues
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| It’s something i’ve gotten use to
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| You drive too fast,? |
| in your mirrors
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| I’m still one the fly
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| That you’ll get it together
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| But when’s the last time
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| That you checked your mirrors
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| I hope for your sake
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| The vision is clearer
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| You’re calling me so what do you need
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| Isn’t that why you called
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| I know you think i’m such a fabulous person
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| That’s not the point
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| Just tell me which way did you fall |