| You never take her seriously
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| You’re sure that it will pass
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| As log as it is in your hands
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| You just won’t let it last
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| And you don’t know whose side your on
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| Know what it means to talk that way
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| You watch the cars collide
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| And all the colors that you paint
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| Are meaningless tonight
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| But you hold her in your arms
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| 'Cause you feel good 'til you feel wrong
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| Yeah you feel good until you feel wrong
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| You blame it on the billboard
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| That is towering your house
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| And watches you at five AM
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| And knows what you’re about
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| So you wait until she’s gone
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| 'Cause you feel good 'til you feel wrong
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| Yeah you feel good until you feel wrong
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| You say it’s all about control
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| And nothing should control you
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| If no one ever gets too close
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| Then you’ll have nothing to live up to
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| And you’re waiting to drop the bomb
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| 'Cause you feel good 'til you feel wrong
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| Yeah you feel good until you feel wrong |