| It’s the moment when you don’t look me in the eye
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| It’s the silent claws of demons at my back
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| It’s the silence after I finish washing the dishes
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| It’s the afterthought that I might be your best friend
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| I can’t sleep anymore, but you all want something from me
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| I’m not moved anymore, but you all want something from me
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| I don’t care anymore, but you all want something from me
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| It’s the way you deal in smugness about everything i care about
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| It’s the way that you slick back your hair and run your fucking mouth
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| It’s the way you lick your fingers after scraping every plate
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| It’s the way you make me love you, when all the signs tell me to run away
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| I can’t sleep anymore, but you all want something from me
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| I’m not moved anymore, but you all want something from me
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| I don’t care anymore, you all want something from me
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| I see you when the door is closed
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| I know your mouths are moving
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| And I see you when the door is closed
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| And I know your mouths are moving
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| And I see you when the door is closed
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| And I know the wheels are turning
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| And I see you
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| I see you
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| I see you
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| Ooh I see you
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| Ooh
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| Ooh |