| There is a pain in my chest
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| A knot I’ve pretended to have hardly noticed yet
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| It’s tied tight on my tongue
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| A thousand words, repeating like a pendulum
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| Maybe it’s just me versus jealousy
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| Regardless, I’m tempted to say
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| «Give it a rest»
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| I shouldn’t have to say this
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| But now I struggle to recognize you
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| You can always consider me a friend
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| Just strictly in the past tense
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| Maybe it’s just me and hypocrisy
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| Still, I’m just trying to say
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| «Give it a rest.»
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| I shouldn’t have to say this
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| But now I struggle to recognize you
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| «Give it a rest.»
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| I shouldn’t have to say this
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| But now I struggle to recognize you
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| You’ve indicated
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| That I’m nothing but a friend you’ve baited
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| You’ve indicated
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| That I’m nothing but a friend you’ve baited
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| I’m sorry that I haven’t said
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| «Give it a rest.»
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| I shouldn’t have to say this
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| But now I struggle to recognize you
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| «Give it a rest.» |