| You don’t listen when he says
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| That you don’t love him for his brain but for his head
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| So pretty and so safe and so misread
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| You don’t need this kid, could it be this kid?
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| And when all the hate you throw
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| Is all you really need to cut him from below
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| Seems like everyone got tickets to the show
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| To watch your cheeks go red, could it be this kid?
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| About the girl you speak, so goddamn dangerous
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| Could it be you’re just like the rest of us?
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| And though you try you know you can’t escape from us
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| When all he hears is the curse of what you did
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| And all he knows is the need to keep you hid
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| Could it be this kid?
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| And when all your nights have come
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| Each as gallant and as faithless as this one
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| Will he be nothing more than just another one
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| Another past you hid, you hid it from this kid?
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| And as the wind instains your face
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| You know there’s no-one but yourself who’s out of place
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| So fearful and so lost in his embrace
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| You don’t need this kid, could it be this kid?
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| About the girl you speak, so goddamn dangerous
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| Could it be you’re just like the rest of us?
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| And though you try you know you can’t escape from us
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| When all he hears is the curse of what you did
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| And all he knows is the need to keep you hid
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| Could it be this kid?
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| ‽It's hard†she said ‽my fortune’s been quite hardâ€
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| ‽It's hard†she said ‽my fortune’s been quite hardâ€
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| ‽This card†he said ‽Don't play that victim cardâ€
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| ‽This card†he said, ‽Don't play that victim cardâ€
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| ‽Stars†she said, ‽This fate is crossed with starsâ€
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| ‽And it’s god†he said, ‽It's that I’ll disregardâ€
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| ‽And this jar†he said, ‽I'll leave the door ajarâ€
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| ‽And this car†he said, ‽'Cos you should drive my carâ€
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| ‽Has this gone much too far?†she said
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| ‽Has this gone much too far?
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| I don’t know who you are
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| I don’t know who you areâ€
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| Just before you break in two
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| One last thing he’ll say to you
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| One last thing that’s gone unheard
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| Should it be unsaid?
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| I gave you more than you could take
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| All I put was more at stake
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| You keep your trophies on the wall
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| Well, I’ll take the door instead
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| 'Cos you don’t need this kid
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| But the girl you speak, so goddamn dangerous
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| Could it be you’re just like the rest of us?
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| And though you try you know you can’t escape from us
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| When all he hears is the curse of what you did
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| And all he knows is the need to keep you hid
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| Could it be this kid? |