| of all the things you know,
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| your wealth seems impossible.
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| everything to show it’s so irresponsible
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| and you cry, cry, cry on your bedroom floor
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| wishing you could die, die, die
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| but not knowing what for
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| i say your apathy is blind, misdirected and juvenile
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| yeah, your friends are all too kind, assuming it takes awhile
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| i’m sure you’d explain it all if someone was listening
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| but still they never understand
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| and all that you wanted was someone to hold your hand
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| if that’s his wish, and that’s true
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| well, babe how could i judge you?
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| and all these men would give the world to put their arms around you
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| and all you’re feeling is accused
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| i really wish you’d stop with this abusing yourself
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| it’s strange, at times i think you might not even want the help
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| but i guess it’s just a girl, you can never tell
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| it’s hard to be yourself when the world is so critical
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| i bet it’s safer than the happy hearts in this room
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| And you waste away inside of each other’s arms
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| oh, you hate yourself for letting him break your heart
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| if that’s his wish, and that’s true
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| well, babe how could i judge you?
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| and all these men would give the world to put their arms around you
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| i know you’re still a little bit confused
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| i really wish you two would stop abusing yourselves
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| it’s strange, at times i think you might not even want the help
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| but i guess it’s just a girl, you can never tell, right?
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| it’s all these girls, they want the best of you
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| (all those fellows left to curb your hunger)
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| feels like it’s me against the world of you
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| all the pressure might just put me under
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| He would take you in when no one is looking
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| does he know he’s an honest man?
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| and all is not well
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| it’s these girls, I can never tell
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| yea, all is not well,
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| it’s these girls, I can never tell |