| Well I’ve been sitting around all day
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| I was swimming in my last mistake
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| I’ve got one foot in the lake
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| But the water don’t feel great
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| So make a list of what you hate
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| And I will keep it all away
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| All in hopes to hear you say
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| «Can we just work it out?»
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| No, I don’t even know anymore
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| I open up just to shut it down
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| I don’t even know anymore
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| I open up just to shut it down
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| I psycho-analyze my love
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| Ask her what she’s thinking of
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| Don’t sweep it under the rug
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| Don’t stop chasing what you want
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| But will it ever be enough
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| To have some free time and some stuff
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| No I need heaven, I need you
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| I need your perfect point of view
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| 'Cause I don’t even know anymore
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| I open up just to shut it down
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| I don’t even know anymore
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| I open up just to shut it down
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| Well I see my demise
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| I feel it coming
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| I’ve got one sick plan to save me from it
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| I’ve got one sick plan to save me from it
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| I’ve got one sick plan to save me
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| Just a puppet, I can sing
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| But only she knows how to pull my strings
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| Yeah, only she knows how to pull my strings
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| Only she knows how to pull me in |