| Tell me what I’m supposed to do
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| With all these left over feelings of you
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| Cause I don’t know
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| And tell me how I’m supposed to feel
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| When all these nightmares become real
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| Cause I don’t know
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| And I don’t think you see the places inside me that I find you
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| And I don’t know how we separate the lies here from the truth
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| And I don’t know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
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| Exactly what we’re supposed to do
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| So leave me at the roadside
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| And hang me up and out to dry;
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| So leave me at the roadside
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| And hang me up and out to dry
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| And I don’t think you see the places inside me that I find you
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| And I don’t know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
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| Exactly what we’re supposed to do
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| So leave me at the roadside
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| And hang me up and out to dry
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| So leave me at the roadside
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| And hang me up and out to dry
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| Cause I don’t think you see the places inside me that I find you
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| And I don’t know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
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| Exactly what we’re supposed to do
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| Exactly what to do |