| It’s several months now since we mentioned love
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| A play in a down-beat groove that we can’t get out of
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| Don’t know if we’re hunters or collectors, you and i
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| Used to be mad about you
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| Now it’s more like Spy vs. Spy
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| But who would i spy on if you die
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| I can’t tell what makes me stay
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| What it is that’s keeping me here
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| And i can’t say what drives me away
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| Away from you
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| And i can’t say who i’ll be lying to today
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| And i can’t tell if i trust myself
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| Not looking for adventure, but i’m sick of security
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| Guess that’s the cul-de-sac of immature maurity
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| I’ve made my choices and i’m following through
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| But i keep hearing voices
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| And none of them belong to you
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| I don’t know what to do
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| I can’t tell what makes me stay
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| What it is that’s keeping me here
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| And i can’t say what drives me away
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| Away from you
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| And i can’t say who i’ll be lying to today
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| And i can’t tell if i trust myself
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| I can’t tell what makes me stay
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| Make me stay, make me stay
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| Make me stay, make me stay
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| Stay away from me |