| Is this what you expected?
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| All the blame you’ve deflected?
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| You perfected your talent and turned it on me, uh ohhh, ohhh
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| I’ve tried starting over again
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| With the way I’ve been treating my friends
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| And the way they can influence me in the end
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| Well, it puts things in perspective
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| All of the endings are locked behind doors
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| Far beyond borders or miles from the shore
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| Do I dare still anticipate more?
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| Of your misdeeds
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| The way we had it before
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| Uh ohhh
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| Uh ohhh
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| Now when I’m facing temptation
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| I move without hesitation
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| Wanting and acting are one fluid motion for me, uh ohhh, ohhh
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| Whatever I used to resist
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| Is now at the top of my list
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| Along with all the nuances I could’ve missed
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| Hanging and taken for granted
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| Every love song’s a mystery here
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| Fables and proverbs just ring in my ear
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| But all the endings aren’t written in stone
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| It’s the sweetest dream I’ve ever known
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| I feel my instincts returning to me
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| Eating the fruit of the poisonous tree
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| Pick it dry and return to the sea
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| Yearning for
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| The way we had it before |