| I guess it was wishful to think
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| I was different from the rest
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| Now I’m red in the face
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| I don’t think I’m impressed
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| Miss strong and outspoken
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| So easily broken
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| Now I kick myself
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| I should’ve know better
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| Get it together
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| You can’t blame me
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| Are you listening?
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| Wrap your lines
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| Around another
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| While you sweet talk to yourself
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| I’d rather leave
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| You stitched a heart on your sleeve
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| But I see right through the seams
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| I knew the coward in you
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| Would play the lead
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| The nights you spent with me
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| And didn’t want to leave
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| You stayed with me until I fell asleep
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| All the things I wish I said
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| Playing back inside my head
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| It just might be a long shot
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| You’re marching with your eyes shut
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| Wrap your lines
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| Around another
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| While you sweet talk to yourself
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| I’d rather leave
|
| You stitched a heart on your sleeve
|
| But I see right through the seams
|
| I knew the coward in you
|
| Would play the lead
|
| All the things I wish I said
|
| Playing back inside my head
|
| It just might be a long shot
|
| You’re marching with your eyes shut
|
| Wrap your lines
|
| Around another
|
| While you sweet talk to yourself
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| I’d rather leave
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| You’ve stitched a heart on your sleeve
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| But I see right through the seams |