| Come home in the morning
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| Drive me to work
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| Tell me I’m worth all the miles
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| That you put on your car
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| I’ll tell you I’m fine
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| Without you for a little while and then I’ll work inside
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| Tell me I’m wrong, tell me it hasn’t been that long
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| «It's bad, it’s bad, it’s bad
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| To believe in any song you sing» --
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| Tell me this even though you can’t believe it
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| Tell me I’m wrong to make it feel right again
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| Stay home
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| At night and read a book and finish songs
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| That I hum along to all the time with you
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| But I don’t have words to say
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| Tell me I’m right
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| Tell me I’m funny
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| Even when I’m not
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| It rings and I feel your sum in the odds
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| «It's bad, it’s bad, it’s bad
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| To believe in any song you sing» --
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| Tell me this even though you can’t believe it
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| Tell me I’m wrong
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| Tell me you’re lonely
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| Tell me this song is not about you only
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| And I’m a lie
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| You know you’ve been gone long
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| «It's bad, it’s bad, it’s bad
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| To believe in any song you sing» --
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| Tell me this even though you can’t believe it
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| Tell me I’m wrong
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| Please tell me I’m wrong
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| Tell me I’m wrong
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| Please tell me I’m wrong |