| Wish I could remember why it mattered to me
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| It doesn’t matter to me
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| It doesn’t matter to me anymore
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| Now that you’re feeling fine
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| I’ll admit that — though I know it’s coming down
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| And see it shattering me — it doesn’t matter to me
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| And I’m not sadder for seeing it come
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| I’m not going to run
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| I will just come when I am called
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| You want to cut me off
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| Because I took too much
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| But don’t leave me alone
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| Take off your scarves, your winter coat
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| The night’s too cold
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| When we met I should have said
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| You’re like a sister to me
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| How all that kiss her just seem
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| Like puny suitors I can see through
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| How none will do, not for you
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| It might as well just be us two
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| And when I pulled you by the jacket
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| From the clattering street
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| You started flattering me
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| You started saying I was so strong
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| String me along, but I can’t become all that I’m called
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| And I can’t claim to know
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| What makes love die or grow
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| But I can still take control
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| And so refuse to just go home
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| Back down the hall
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| And as I crawl
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| As finally all the false confetti blooms up in this attic room
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| I’m going make my stand
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| I want to see both of your hands put down the phone
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| I won’t let you go
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| Although the moment stole my self-control
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| From us all and now it can only end with a fall |