| My therapist once asked me
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| If I wanted to be in love
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| And I told her
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| «I don't know, I guess, maybe, kind of»
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| I mean it doesn't sound like something
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| That I'd really dislike
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| But then again
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| I don't even really know what true love feels like
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| I write these songs
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| Singing like I'm an expert
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| Teaching love in a lecture
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| A broken heart collector
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| And I'm fooling myself
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| Over something I don't know
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| Putting on a big show
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| A single clap from the back row
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| I don't know anything
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| 'Bout the topic, I so choose to falsely go and muse
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| I'm a farce of a king
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| Writing love songs all about things I've yet to go and try on out
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| Writing love songs all about things I've yet to go and try
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| I'm shameful of my lacking life
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| It feels like I've been left behind
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| I missed out on my chances
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| To feel how love is blind
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| And I know that I have got some time
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| So why feel rushed if there's no need
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| But part of me just wants to know
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| What I'm missing, do you agree?
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| I write these songs
|
| Singing like I'm an expert
|
| Teaching love in a lecture
|
| A broken heart collector
|
| And I'm fooling myself
|
| Over something I don't know
|
| Putting on a big show
|
| A single clap from the back row
|
| I don't know anything
|
| 'Bout the topic, I so choose to falsely go and muse
|
| I'm a farce of a king
|
| Writing love songs all about things I've yet to go and try on out
|
| Writing love songs all about things I've yet to go and try on out
|
| Writing love songs all about things I've yet to go and try
|
| I write these songs
|
| Singing like I'm an expert
|
| Teaching love in a lecture
|
| A broken heart collector
|
| And I'm fooling myself
|
| Over something I don't know
|
| Putting on a big show
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| A single clap from the back row |