| Thursday morning I’m sat in the window seat
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| Facing the exit cause I’m nervous we’re 'bout to meet
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| And it’s raining but I know that’s not why you’re late
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| Probably rehearsing all the things that you wanna say
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| I hear the bell and I know it’s you at the door
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| Take a deep breath cause there’s no hiding anymore
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| Pull out the chair and you order your favourite drink
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| Won’t go to war 'til I ask how you’ve been
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| If you think you’re faultless
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| This is so hopeless
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| Why can’t you just own up
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| Turn around, say, «Sorry, I’ve done you wrong»
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| If it was me, I’d be kinder
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| With my words, I’d be wiser
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| And for my friends, I’d be a fighter
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| But you don’t play fair, no
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| And if it was me, I’d be honest
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| Throw my hands up, say I’ve been thoughtless
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| If you live life like it’s lawless
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| You can’t play fair
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| It’s getting heated and I don’t feel no good at this
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| Confrontation is a lesson I seemed to skip
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| You say you’re sorry, but you still wanna argue your point
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| Even the waiter wants us out of this joint
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| If you think you’re faultless
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| This is so hopeless
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| Why can’t you just own up
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| Turn around, say, «Sorry, I’ve done you wrong»
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| If it was me, I’d be kinder
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| With my words, I’d be wiser
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| And for my friends, I’d be a fighter
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| But you don’t play fair, no
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| And if it was me, I’d be honest (If it was me, I’d be honest)
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| Throw my hands up, say I’d been thoughtless
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| If you live life like it’s lawless
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| You can’t play fair
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| Now you got me like (Oh)
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| If it was you, looking through me
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| Would you be (Woah)
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| Seeking the same apology?
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| Like (Oh, woah, oh)
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| If it was you, looking through me (Oh, woah, oh)
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| Would I turn around say, «Sorry, I’ve done you wrong»?
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| If it was me, I’d be kinder
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| With my words, I’d be wiser
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| And for my friends, I’d be a fighter
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| But you don’t play fair
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| If it was me, I’d be honest
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| Throw my hands up, say, «I've been thoughtless»
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| If you live life like it’s lawless
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| You can’t play fair, no, no and
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| If it was me, I’d be kinder
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| With my words, I’d be wiser
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| And for my friends, I’d be a fighter
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| But you don’t play fair, no, oh (But you don’t play fair)
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| And if it was me, yeah, and if it was me (And if it was me, I would be honest)
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| You know for my friends I’d be a fighter
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| But you don’t play fair |