| I am taken in the moment
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| Cross out everything I want
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| In the basement of the memory
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| Where I’m tracking down that thought
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| If you’re angry, will you stop it?
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| I know that I was wrong
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| I’m just crazy with emotion;
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| The reason I write songs
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| You won’t let go of it
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| But I know you can
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| Put down your argument
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| Before we feel it taking over
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| We will wake by the time you forget it
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| I’ll pretend you never opened up that door
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| We will wait in the fog 'till you’re ready
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| To tell me that you’re sorry from before
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| You arrange me, 'cause I lost it
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| Yeah, we need those working parts
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| But just lately you go off it
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| And you knock me down that hole
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| You be reactive
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| Tell me the problems I ignore
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| Maybe I’m passive
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| Maybe you’re right to get angry with it
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| Feeling of static, fear of remorse
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| I wouldn’t go there anymore than we had to |