| You know I really had to use my sense now
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| I slam the door right in your face
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| Hows' it feel, how’s it taste?
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| And look how you won’t dance with me
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| Well, has this symbol made you so mean
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| That you’re looking so far past me?
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| You say what you say but don’t walk away
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| My tongue so tired from putting out the fire that I
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| I started in the first place
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| So pretend you’re in my shoes
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| You got nothing to loose and if I’m acting slutty
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| Then it’s probably form the booze, the booze
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| What’s wrong with your face
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| You never smile anymore?
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| What’s wrong with your face
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| You never close your eyes when I kiss your face
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| You never smile anymore?
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| What’s wrong with your face, oh?
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| And sometimes I sit and wonder
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| Why I bother when I know that all this angers for your father
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| Can you hear me? |
| She’s gonna kill me
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| When she finds out your magazines that are dirty
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| I feel so dirty, but nothing can hurt me
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| Except the way you shake your head when you
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| You say what you say but don’t walk away
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| My tongue so tired from putting out the fire that I
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| I started in the first place
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| So pretend you’re in my shoes
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| You got nothing to loose and if I’m acting slutty
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| Then it’s probably form the booze, the booze
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| What’s wrong with your face
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| You never smile anymore?
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| What’s wrong with your face
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| You never close your eyes when I kiss your face
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| You never smile anymore?
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| What’s wrong with your face, oh? |