| You send me 'round my own head
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| Thoughts surrounding
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| As I lay me down in my own bed
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| With the sheets like weights
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| And brain tied down to a stone cold pillow
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| But the pillow just feels like grey cement
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| Open your ears for this is my final lament
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| Love songs ain’t for me no more
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| But this won’t be the last you hear for sure
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| 'Cause men will send you everything you need
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| Plus the money, sex
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| And I can bet they’ll all be taller than me
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| But this isn’t about Alex
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| It never was, you see
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| It’s about the girl who changed him
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| But it wasn’t meant to be
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| No, this was never about Alex
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| Never about me
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| It’s about the one that was not the one
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| But I was love-blind to see
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| But what is love?
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| Or was this love?
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| Or just a minor obsession with what I thought I needed?
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| Was this love? |
| I will never know
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| But I feel my time is up
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| But now, it’s just time for me to go
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| Don’t wait for me, please don’t wait
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| I respect your decision
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| But if you ever have a change of heart
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| Know that it’s not too late |