| Don’t you dare
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| Speak for someone you don’t know
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| They’ll feel it in the back of their throat
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| We know I cant construct a poem
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| 'Cause words like girls get bored and run
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| c’est la vie
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| I say «I've got so many better things»
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| I’ve got nothing
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| you should see me I smoke myself to sleep
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| And blame postmodern things I cant relate
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| Like summer camp and coastal states
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| Like alcohol and coffee beans
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| Dance floors and magazines
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| I think its safe to say I’ve only got
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| myself to blame
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| But boys in swooping haircuts
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| are bringing me down
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| Taking pictures of themselves
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| oh no
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| ?Boys in swooping haircuts you know who you are?
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| And so I walk the web in search of love
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| But always seem to end up stuck
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| I’m finding flaws in everyone.
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| I’ve reached the point where all I want
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| Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up We are parallel lines
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| We’re running in circles
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| We’re never meant to cross
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| I’m at a loss
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| You were my tangerine
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| My pussycat, my trampoline
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| Now all’s I get are wincing cheeks
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| And dog problems
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| I signed a lease
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| Thinking my heart belonged
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| at 93rd and park
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| Instead I broke a girls heart
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| And flew back to Phoenix
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| to finish the year as it started
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| Can you hear me?
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| Are you listening?
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| This is the sound of my heart breaking
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| And I hope it’s entertaining
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| Cause for me it’s a bitch
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| Was it worth it?
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| When you slept with him?
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| Did you get it all out of your system?
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| I am a man
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| Holding it all
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| I couldn’t breath
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| Coming across
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| I didn’t know
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| I couldn’t get up B is for believing you’d always be here for me E is for everything, even when we’d see it though
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| C, C is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me to…
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| A because, because, you always run away
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| I never finish phrases I misspell
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| An open arm’s a prison cell
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| When I said, «I hate what I’ve become»
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| I lied, I hated who I was
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| So when you start to wonder
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| about the pain in my throat,
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| Then don’t you ever, no never ever
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| Speak for someone
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| You
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| don’t
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| know |