| One more problem.
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| How you’ve got them.
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| All tied up with a million things to do.
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| Two more problems, how I’ve got them.
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| One is someone else.
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| Two is you.
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| I hate that it had to come to this so fast.
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| How else would i know if we would last.
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| Making mountains out of mole hills, taking fountains past their filf.
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| Making mountains out of mole hills, and making me want to kill.
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| Every wonder, every question, every thing that I’m not so sure is real.
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| Every funny look, every stop and stare,
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| every doubt in my mind that you still care.
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| I hate that it had to come to this so fast.
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| How else would i know if we would last.
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| Making mountains out of mole hills, taking fountains past their filf.
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| Making mountains out of mole hills, and making me want to kill.
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| Making mountain, taking fountains, shaking grounds with tinny problems.
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| Co-created from the way you give direction with affection.
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| Making mountains out of mole hills, taking fountains past their filf.
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| Making mountains out of mole hills, and making me want to kill. |