| I was tired of being put right down
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| by myself for not being what you
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| thought you had found
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| pulled hard in two directions by a desire to learn
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| and my old affections
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| when i tried to share my world with you
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| you could not seem to tolerate
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| the people i had grown to love
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| they shrank under your scrutiny,
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| became the ones you’d hate
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| why did everything, every little thing
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| every little thing
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| with you and me have to be so political?
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| i was feeling a little underwhelmed
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| about hanging around with you and
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| feeling over cautious
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| every word, every little look, every little sign
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| every little phrase
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| put me deeper in your doghouse
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| you’d let me out to run across your world
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| i ran into a wall you told me i built you
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| then you’d reel me in, ream me out, pick me up push me out again
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| -and then repeat it too busy tripping on my tongue
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| to try and stand my ground
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| i can still see myself crying in your lap
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| asking you are you happy with the man you have found?
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| i’m greatful for what you did for me i can see things now i never would have seen
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| today i thought about what could have been
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| but could never be for you and me because everything, every little thing
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| every little thing
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| wtih you and me had to be so political |