| And you don’t talk to anyone
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| And you won’t look at anyone but her
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| And I don’t think she’s listening
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| I doubt she remembers your name
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| And you say, when will she notice me?
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| And you feel like you’re gonna break
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| And you say, when will she notice me?
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| And it feels like a hand grenade
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| Man I’ll never understand
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| Everyone’s living in the past
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| Instead of forgetting her
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| You’re always kissing her ass
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| And you say, when will she notice me?
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| And you feel like you’re gonna break
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| And you say, when will she notice me?
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| And it feels like a hand grenade
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| I know that there’s not much to say
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| So I’ll look stupid anyway
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| And you don’t talk to anyone
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| And you won’t look at anyone but her
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| And I don’t think she’s listening
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| But you still play that game
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| But I think the best way
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| Of moving on is to attack
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| 'Cause she’s just a hand grenade
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| So pull out the pin and throw it back
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| And you say, when will she notice me?
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| And you feel like you’re gonna break
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| And you say, when will she notice me?
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| And it feels like a hand grenade
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| Like a hand grenade
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| I know that there’s not much to say
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| So I’ll look stupid anyway
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| Like a hand grenade
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| Like a hand grenade
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| A hand grenade |