| I give up
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| You’ve got your own place now
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| Ain’t that the fact
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| The trail of tears you’re leaving behind
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| I get drunk
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| I lie awake in bed
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| And I can’t relax
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| Reelin' over things that you’ve said
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| And now it’s that time, when I can sit back
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| And I won’t even try following I’m leaving you behind
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| And now it’s that time, when I can’t sit back
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| Cos I won’t be denied
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| My brain can’t tell me what to doo do dooo
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| So I call your house
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| I’ve been fiddlin' with single for too long now
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| I fantasize I only dream dream dream
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| Of your lyin' flat
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| And I’ve been harbouring this weather
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| For two songs now, now
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| And that’s it
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| You’ve got your own day now
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| (How convenient)
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| Nobody’s calling your name
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| To begin, I always wanted you
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| And well you knew
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| But I was too shy to complain
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| But now it’s that time, when I can sit back
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| And I won’t even try following I’m leaving you behind
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| A-na-na-na-na-na-na that time, when I can’t sit back
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| And I won’t be denied, yeah, no-no, no-no
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| My brain can’t tell me what to doo do dooo
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| So I call your house
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| I’ve been fiddlin' with single for too long now
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| I fantasize I only dream dream dream
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| Of your lyin' flat
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| And I’ve been harbouring this weather
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| For two songs now, now
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| So so so don’t try to tell me what to doo do dooo
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| So I call your house
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| And I’ve been fiddlin' with single for too long now
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| So don’t you try to tell me what to doo do dooo
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| So I call your house
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| And I’ve been harbouring this weather
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| For two songs now, now
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| Promise that you’ll call me when the mood sets
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| Promise I’ll hold my breath, my breath
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| Only cos you know me as that word sex
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| Only to be with you
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| Promise that you’ll call me when the mood sets
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| Promise I’ll hold my breath, my breath
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| Only cos you know me as that word sex
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| Only to be with you
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| Only to be with you
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| My brain, my brain, my brain, my brain, my brain
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| My brain can’t tell me what to do, yeah
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| So don’t you try to tell me, no don’t you try to tell me
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| What to do, what to do, no-no
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| My brain can’t tell me what to doo do dooo
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| So I call your house
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| I’ve been fiddlin' with single for too long now
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| Don’t try to tell me what to doo do dooo
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| So I call your house
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| And I’ve been harbouring this weather
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| For two songs now, now, now, now |