| Let me suggest you do what you do,
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| And I will do what I do best
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| You know I’ve always been resenting,
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| resenting every word you’ve ever said
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| I load my words with care
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| and aim them at the desperate
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| just to check if they can still hear
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| as my innocence disappears
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| I must be blind
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| to not have seen the signs
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| Such a pretty little thing,
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| so much prettier without me
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| Life’s a bitch, but I’m friends with her sister
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| We talked it over and it’s our little secret
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| It’s your world, I’m just trying to live in it
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| When you’re done maybe try a little listening
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| I smile at all my enemies,
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| I lead a life of positivity
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| I deflect curses thrown my way
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| I regret not saying
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| I must be blind
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| to not have seen the signs
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| Such a pretty little thing,
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| so much prettier without me
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| Oh, when you decide to cut the strings
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| When you decide to ruin my summertime
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| We could be anything,
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| we could be anything,
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| we could be what you like
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| we could be anything,
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| we could be anything,
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| we could be what you like
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| Oh, we could be what you like
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| I must be blind
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| to not have seen the signs
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| Such a pretty little thing,
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| so much prettier without me
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| Oh, when you decide to cut the strings
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| When you decide to ruin my summertime |