| Selflessly hiding all emotions inside
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| Chilly and dry, New England style
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| Nobody’s figured out my twelve fatal flaws
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| Who’s keeping score? |
| Who wins that war?
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| I’m busting out
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| And I know everyone agrees
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| Caring is carting bad ideas to the dump
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| And taking my time, taking my time
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| Hey, this microphone was turned on all along
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| I tried returning all that stuff to the store
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| But then I bought more, then I bought more
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| I’m done explaining all these reckless displays
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| Hard to defend, I’m in a haze
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| Old stories told
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| In brand-new clothes I bought today
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| Kindness is killing off my unfinished dreams
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| And walking away, just walking away
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| Hey, this microphone was turned on all along
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| Caring is carting bad ideas to the dump
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| And taking my time, taking my time
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| Hey, this microphone was turned on all along |