| What I had to say
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| Wasn’t hard to say
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| Turn on the light please
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| Turn off the tv
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| And I waited for rain to come
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| The storm and the grey to come
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| And I touched your lip to mine
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| Tasted the mouth all dry
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| She’s just a skinny little thing
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| Doesn’t mean any harm
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| Doesn’t mean what she says
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| I’m sick of taking it you know
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| But I can’t walk away
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| I can’t walk away
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| I’m tired of making it work
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| Taking the things you say
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| We fight a white on white
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| It’s just the way we do things
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| This is all I know
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| This is what I call home
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| But if it’s true
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| That I am wrong for you
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| What am I doing here?
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| So don’t expect a lot from me
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| It’s a little bit harder for me
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| She’s just a skinny little thing
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| Doesn’t mean any harm
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| Doesn’t mean what she says
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| I’m sick of taking it you know
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| But I can’t walk away
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| I can’t walk away
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| I’m tired of making it work
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| Taking the things you say |