| Misery, oh, won’t you keep me company, oh please?
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| I know you hate the way I drag my feet
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| Why does this conversation always seem to take the backseat? |
| Why does the
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| littlest confrontation always seem to make you angry?
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| You make me wish I was somebody else
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| Somebody else
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| Inconsistent chemicals have brought me to my knees
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| You know you love to walk away
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| I hate to watch you leave
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| Why does this hesitation feel so heavy?
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| And why’s it seem like every time I go to take my prescription it’s always
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| empty?
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| (And why’s it seem like every time it’s empty)
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| You make me wish I was someone else
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| You make me wish I was someone else
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| You make me wish I was someone else
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| Oh honey, why does this conversation always seem to take the backseat?
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| (Always seem to take the backseat)
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| You love to walk away
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| I hate to watch you leave
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| You love to walk away
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| I hate to watch you walk away
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| You make me wish I was someone else
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| You make me wish I was someone else
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| You make me wish I was someone else
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| You make, you make, you make |