| Was it something that I said
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| that turned your laughter into lead?
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| did I pin too much of me onto you?
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| or was I just too blind to see?
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| it wasn’t love but sympathy.
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| but I still pinned all of my longing onto you
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| you were dark and bitter cold
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| you’re eyes were fixed upon the road
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| when you said, «what did you expect
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| that I would do?»
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| that’s all there was to say
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| the wind just blew my words away
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| I guess I’ll pin my loneliness onto you
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| funny how I’m in my darkest place
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| on the sunniest of days
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| when I think of all the time we waste…
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| did she melt you with her glance
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| when you couldn’t help but watch her dance
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| did she pin that warm desire onto you
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| did she whisper something crass as you were filling up her glass
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| did she pin a little smile onto you
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| did the smell of her perfume
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| hang like a target in your room
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| well tell me what could you expect a man would do and did you start to love her lesser
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| when you started to undress her
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| as she pinned all of her fire onto you
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| funny how I’m in my darkest place
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| on the sunniest of days
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| when I think about all the time that gets wasted…
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| talkin' to my brother
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| making plans about the summer
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| he said, «I'll pin a little lesson on to you
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| because I’m older and I’m smarter
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| and my life has been much harder
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| brother let me pin a little knowledge on to you
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| he said, «religion is an actor
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| learn to trust your gut
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| and don’t ever let 'em tell you what to do»
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| I said, «that sounds pretty nice I think I’ll follow your advice
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| before they pin that sorry story on me, too.
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| I won’t fall for that one twice.
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| I believe I’d rather roll the dice
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| keep on rollin' till I know just what to do.» |