| I wish I had a secret, something I could share
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| But no one knows me better than I know myself but I’m forgetful
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| When it seems to suit me most, when there’s something I should say
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| This is real talk, in real time
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| And I’m hanging in
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| To the thinnest piece of string that’s ever existed
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| Eh-eheh
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| I wish I had the bottle, when something’s on my mind
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| But no one knows you better than you know yourself so don’t be nervous
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| And maybe I’ll admit it, I know I’m not so smart
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| But no one knows me better than I know myself but I’m forgetful
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| And I’m hanging in
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| To the thinnest piece of string that’s ever existed
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| I’m hanging in
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| If I turn around and blink I’m sure I can miss it
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| Eh-eheh
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| Eh-eheh
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| Eh-eheh
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| You’re walking me, talking me, pushing me under the bus
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| You’re walking me, talking me, pushing me under the bus
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| Don’t push me don’t push me don’t push me don’t push
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| Don’t push me don’t push me don’t push me don’t push
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| You’re walking me, talking me, pushing me under the bus
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| You’re walking me, talking me, pushing me under the bus
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| Don’t rush me don’t rush me don’t rush me don’t rush
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| Don’t push me don’t push me don’t push me don’t push
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| You’re walking me, talking me, pushing me under the bus
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| Don’t rush me don’t rush me don’t rush me don’t rush |