| I see guilt in your eyes
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| But there’s some things from me you can’t hide
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| Truth is hard
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| Guilt is easy
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| Nothing’s changed since you left
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| Just an extra room and higher rent
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| Come on in
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| I wish you’d not come here
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| Whoa, I moved your couch with calloused hands
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| And your bed in a borrowed van
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| But that don’t mean a thing
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| I change the path I walk now every morning to avoid you being near
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| I cut out the chatter of friends of friends of friends in case I hear
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| About the old you and the new you
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| And what you do and when and where
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| You make me feel like ballast
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| Just dead weight
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| Is that clear?
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| How the fuck am I supposed to memorize
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| Every word that you write
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| And every change in your life
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| And every simple expression
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| Do you like me or just the idea of me?
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| Cause in the rain it’s all you
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| And in the sun it’s all about you
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| Now you’re here and I’m through
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| And you don’t even know it
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| I could talk at you with out end
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| But I know you wouldn’t listen
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| You never did before
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| I change the path I walk now every morning to avoid you being near
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| I cut out the chatter of friends of friends of friends in case I hear
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| About the old you and the new you
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| And what you do and when and where
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| You make me feel like ballast
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| Just dead weight
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| Is that clear? |