| I can’t remember the last time I thought I could read minds
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| Not a talent but a burden, and I don’t deserve it
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| Just don’t think it rude
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| It’s not you; |
| it’s you and your friends
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| At least I’m not stuck home alone again
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| And I’m not home
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| And I’m not alone, but I’m over
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| The goosebumps spelled out in Braille on your back
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| All the times you said you quit
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| And all the times you fell back into
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| The same nasty habits affixed in your jaw
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| Call it chemistry; |
| call it whatever you want
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| And all the people I loved yesterday and will love tomorrow
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| I love them the same today, so don’t expect an apology
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| And you won’t see it until it happens
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| And it won’t see you until you’re over it
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| So until then, happy Valentine’s day… |