| I wanna know what it’s like to care
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| I wanna know
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| That my heart is in the right place at all the right times
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| I wanna turn you inside out and in again
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| I wanna know just what you plan to do with me
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| Cuz' I’m sitting here feeling sorry
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| When I saw you
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| I was at my wake
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| It took a little time, oh time
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| To get to know each other right
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| When I said «hi» you looked kind of worried
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| But we took a little time, oh time
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| To make sure that our words seemed right
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| I heard the whispers through my walls
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| They just kept banging
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| And I wanted them to leave me the fuck alone
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| These silly voices say it all, they know me so well
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| There’s a numbness, that comes with the silence
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| The numbness without violence
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| When I said «hi» you looked kind of worried
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| But we took a little time, oh time
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| To get to know each other right
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| I see the trembling in your hands
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| It reminds me, of my insides and tuesday afternoons
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| I think you’re scared of hurting my feelings
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| And now I’m scared, to casually continue
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| Because nothing’s ever perfect
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| I’ll know that when I’m older
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| It seems you’re growing colder
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| And I’m just so confused
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| And maybe it’s my youth
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| And when you held me
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| I was halfway dead
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| I spent a little too much time
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| To circle in my mind, oh my
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| I hope that you don’t think I’m strange
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| When I say things that seem out of place
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| I thought that I would do alright
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| That my brain was fixed
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| And my lamp stopped glowing in the key of D
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| But here I am in this petty fight
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| With a part of me
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| That never wants to eat
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| That’s halfway dead at heaven’s feet
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| That makes me feel like I’m not clean
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| And makes me wanna be happy
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| And when I saw you
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| I was on my knees
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| And you took a little time, oh time
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| To make sure that I was alright
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| To make sure I’m alright |