| My eyes go where I say so
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| But not always, and not when you walk by
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| And my feet move where I tell them to
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| But not when they are chasing after you
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| And now I just don’t know what I should do
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| I’m twisted all around like some cartoon
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| But I don’t mind
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| No, I don’t mind
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| Just stay close by
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| Like, all the time
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| 'Cause either I’d bleed dry
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| Or keep this thorn in my side
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| But I don’t mind
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| On all fours on a hotel floor
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| My closest hand was halfway round the world
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| And my room’s key unbeknownst to me
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| Had cut my eye as I wiped at my face
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| While trying to move some heavy stuff away
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| Now I’m bleeding in an unfamiliar place
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| Guess I don’t mind
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| No, I don’t mind
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| As I lay down to sleep the night
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| I gave a call to the crisis line
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| But I don’t mind
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| I spun the tucker telephone
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| I turned my eyes to bone
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| I kept dialing your number
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| But you were not at home
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| You’re not alone
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| And now I just don’t know what I should do
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| I’m twisted all around like some cartoon
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| But I don’t mind
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| No, I don’t mind
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| Just stay close by
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| Like, all the time
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| 'Cause either I’d bleed dry
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| Or keep this thorn in my side
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| But I don’t mind
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| 'Cause either I’d bleed dry
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| Or keep this thorn in my side
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| But I don’t mind |