| Oh no, I think I’m falling for a false alarm
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| Like an all-day second stuck
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| Until you crunch the right arm
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| Well if I open my eyes, if I just pay attention to McNew
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| Well, I just held back
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| To listen to your cues
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| So it’s not enough I never meant to hold you down
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| Waiting for the firestorm
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| Waiting for the false alarm
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| Well, is it really true? |
| Well, I know, I mean I guess, uh, why not
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| Well is it really true, I don’t know
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| Too hard to figure out
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| I’m gonna mark my words, cross my eyes and stomp my feet
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| Cause I don’t want you feeling bad, feeling bad, feeling
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| Worse than you do
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| Well, I’ll stand my ground, hide behind a fake smile
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| Think I’ll talk about something else
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| Just for a little while
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| Aw, said it once, said it twice, said it — you can tell it’s the same old tune
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| Straight down to the bitter end
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| Tell me when there’s more to go there soon
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| It’s gonna hold my tongue in place, think about what to do
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| If you don’t see nothing wrong this time
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| Well I’m taking it out on you |