| I’m sick of the silence
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| I shake as I give my point of view
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| I’ll wait till your head’s lost
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| And trap the blame right back on you
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| Why won’t you believe me?
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| Because I keep staring at my shoes
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| I try to move closer
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| And open the floodgate locked on you
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| Baby please,
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| Don’t say it won’t get better
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| Don’t say I’m all you found
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| Don’t say it can’t get better
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| You scare me out of town
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| And when all this comes undone
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| I’ll be standing by
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| So don’t let it play on your mind
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| When all this comes undone
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| I’ll be waiting
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| Don’t say it won’t get better
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| Don’t say I’m all you found
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| Don’t say it can’t get better
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| You scare me out of town
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| I’m sick of the silence
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| I shake as I give my point of view
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| I’ll wait till your head’s lost
|
| And trap the blame right back on you
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| Baby please,
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| Don’t say it won’t get better
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| Don’t say I’m all you found
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| Don’t say it can’t get better
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| You scare me out of town
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| I’m sick of the silence
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| I shake as I give my point of view |