| What did I miss here?
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| What can’t you take anymore?
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| Expecting a whisper
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| I heard the slam of a door
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| You say that all we ever do is fight
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| Gee, I don’t know that that’s true
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| Then I wonder, am I right?
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| Or is that part of our problem?
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| Maybe I’m out of my mind
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| Maybe I’m blocking out the truth
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| But it seems like just a little thing
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| Like you don’t want to listen and I can’t shut up
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| You don’t have to smile at me
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| We don’t have to talk
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| All that I ask is you stop
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| And remember it isn’t always this way
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| You have the problem
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| It comes with our private jokes
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| When you’re in a fury
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| Laughter gets stuck in my throat
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| Sometimes I wonder why we have so much trouble cheering each other up sometimes
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| When one or the other of us is down
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| Instead it’s like, when you’re in a bad mood, I look at you and I think
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| Maybe she’s knows something I don’t know, maybe I should be upset
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| You don’t have to smile at me
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| We don’t have to talk
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| All that I ask is you stop
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| And remember it isn’t always this way
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| The way that I feel when you laugh
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| Is like laughing
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| The way that I feel when you cry
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| Is so bad |