| Sometimes I’m a girl
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| And sometimes I’m the oldest man in the world
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| On the loneliest train car in the busiest city
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| Wishing that someone might think that I’m pretty
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| Sometimes i’m the boss
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| And sometimes I’m all curled up in your palm
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| You string me along, a loose thread of a seam
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| I’m still hoping that you might say what you mean
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| Like «I didn’t think that, you could get mad
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| No I didn’t think that you could get mad
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| No I didn’t think that you could get mad»
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| But I can and i am and i can and I am and I can and I am and I can
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| (I break my neck
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| So you can heal it
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| To feel important
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| So make it make sense
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| I make the bed
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| So you can get in
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| I break my neck
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| How could you forget)
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| Sometimes I’m on time
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| But most of my life I’ve been running behind
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| Now it seems like I’ll never catch up
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| But the world spins too fast when it’s all said and done
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| Sometimes i’m your friend
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| And sometimes I hope to never see you again
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| In the busiest city on the loneliest evening
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| I miss you so much I can hardly believe it |