| There’s no talk of future plans
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| There’s no romance
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| There’s no good reason we should be in love
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| So I’ve been making shit up
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| We’re even sleeping in different beds
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| Different schedules
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| But that’s the best excuse you came up with
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| Good enough that it still sticks
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| Still, I’m not tired of you holding out
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| Theres nothing better to come along
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| I’m not tired of being let down
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| I’m tired of playing dumb
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| There’s no talk of the way you’ve been
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| Though the evidence is creeping between
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| Into our happy home
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| I hardly notice anymore
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| Matchbooks from the other side of town
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| His long aching looks
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| It’s in other people’s yards
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| But that can’t be what you want
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| I’m not tired of you coming home too late
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| But when you don’t come home at all I can handle being alone
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| I’m just tired of playing dumb
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| I’m tired of playing dumb
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| I’m tired of playing dumb
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| There’s no talk of how I am
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| I’m not complaining
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| But maybe a few kind words once in a while |