| Don’t hurt yourself
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| Like you’re known to do
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| Don’t look for what’s not there
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| You’ve been running around with those butterflies
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| Putting tulips in their hair
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| Well you should know by now
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| That you’ll only lose
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| There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do
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| You got too many ideas building up inside of you
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| And they’re leaking out your shoes
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| And there’s no one to show them to
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| No, there’s no one to show them to
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| Well she wants to be, with every boy she finds obscene
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| Just to know, they want her
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| And she wants to show, how good she sings
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| Just to prove, she’s talented
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| Oh, Oh, Oh made it so
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| She’s starving for attention Oh No Oh, Oh
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| But I guess you can’t see, with that glimmer in your eye
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| But that light always goes out in the middle of the night
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| When you wake up from dreams of big black spiders in the sink
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| Who is laying by your side?
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| And who makes you feel alive?
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| Who makes you feel alive?
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| And so there is no telling what you need through the sheets
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| Some darker place that you ignore until it violently repeats
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| And what is it the hand she brushed across your thigh
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| That made you realize you’ll be alone until the day you die |