| Sometimes I know there is nothing to say
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| So do I pick up my puzzle and just walk away?
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| Do I follow my conscience?
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| Am I mock sincere?
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| I don’t know what i’m doing here
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| I have a knack for perceving things
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| I can see how it sounds
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| I can feel how it seems
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| When you paint me an image of who you are
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| I know it’s the best by far
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| So
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t mess my hair
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| If all you do is fake it
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t say you care
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| 'cause I could never shake it
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
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| No point of view is enough to quell
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| The rigors of passion in this world I dwell
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| If I’m going to scale the highest wall
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| I’m gonna give it my all
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| Riding along with this train of thought
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| I see everything
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| I find all I sought
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| And I try to kick the habit of trying to reach
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| But there’s something I do beseech
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| So please…
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t mess my hair
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| If all you do is fake it
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t say you care
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| 'cause I could never shake it
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
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| I’ll say it’s not surprising
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| You’re sweet talking, mesmerizing
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| Juicy and appetizing, true
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| But will I need to get over you?
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| Feels like my sun is rising
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| Tick tick tick, synchronizing
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| Readjusting, organizing me
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| Is this fiction reality?
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| Bless the uncompromising
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| With no shame for advertising
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| When my needs go through downsizing
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| I need someone to pick up my beat
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| My dreams need realizing,
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| candles on sugar icing
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| Judgment and harmonizing
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| Or it’ll end up like before
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t mess my hair
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| If all you do is fake it
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t say you care
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| 'cause I could never shake it
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me |