| I saw an open door and I looked inside it
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| But I’d no idea
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| What you were hiding
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| So now I’m holding the bag
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| And it’s heavy
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| And the conversation stopped
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| So much for friendly
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| And if I told you I was not very good
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| At making small talk when I should
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| But you have one advantage over me
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| At times like this I’m lost at sea
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| Why can’t I see it for what it really is
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| And know it like I know my name
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| And if it’s all the same I don’t like this game
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| So let’s pack it up
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| And call it even
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| Well I’m not the type to speak
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| Just to hear my voice
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| And I’m sure you’d hear me out
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| If you had the choice
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| But your words keep coming out
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| Neverending
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| And I wonder if I’d have to shout
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| The message i’m sending
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| And if I told you I was dying of thirst
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| And the sky was falling just to make it worse
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| Would you just smile and continue on
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| As if your mouth had a race to run
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| Well I’m glad we had this talk
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| I feel better
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| And if I’ve something else to say
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| I’ll write a letter
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| And if I told you you were not very good
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| At hearing others when you really should
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| Would you just smile and push me away
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| You can’t be bothered there’s still words to say |