| You’re so calm now
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| Am I in the eye of the storm now?
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| In a little teacup in a small town
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| You look at me and say nothing, nothing again
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| I can’t calm down
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| Push you right inside of the storm now
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| Kick the sand up high in the playground
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| You look at me and say nothing, nothing again
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| But I can’t deny this, love the violence, when we’re screaming
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| You fake a fall, then start to crawl, make it an even fight
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| My hand’s on the candlelight
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| You said come with a sharper…
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| Come with a sharper knife
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| Make me bleed tonight!
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| Just come with a sharper knife
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| Just enjoy the fight, oh well
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| On the upside
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| We feel just fine till we backslide
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| A harmless twist of my necktie
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| So hold on tight, now we’re at it, at it again
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| But I can’t deny this, love the violence when we’re screaming
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| You fake a fall, then start to crawl, make it an even fight
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| My hand’s on the candlelight
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| You said come with a sharper…
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| Come with a sharper knife
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| Make me bleed tonight!
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| Just come with a sharper knife
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| Just enjoy the fight, oh well
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| I can’t speak the language!
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| Please teach me the language, yeah!
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| You say that we don’t need the language
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| And it hurts so bad…
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| «We good?»
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| «Yup.»
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| «Yesss. |
| Good; |
| can’t wait to get home. |
| I’ve been here for like seven hours.»
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| «Oh wait, um, there’s one more part.»
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| «There's one more part?»
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| «Yeah.»
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| «Do I sing in that part?»
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| «No-»
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| «Okay good.»
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| «-I mean, it’s up to you.» |