| You’re cutting close, I’ve run dry
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| We’re one of the things that can’t die
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| If you lie to yourself, it’s still a lie
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| You can’t live all the time
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| You’re killing me, you’re not feeling me
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| It’s something in your inside, inside
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| On repeat, you see, she is incomplete
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| You’re never going to change your mind, your mind
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| Were it me, you’re acting like the sound of a gun
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| Anyway, you’re shooting and you’re getting it wrong
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| Blowing the lights out alone in my room
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| 'Cause I’m waiting for you
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| I’m not the route you prefer
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| And actions speak louder than words
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| If you fight with yourself, it’s a fight
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| You can’t win all the time
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| But you’re killing me, you’re not feeling me
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| It’s something in your inside, inside
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| On repeat, you see, she is incomplete
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| You’re never going to change your mind, your mind
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| Believe me, you’re acting like the sound of a gun
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| Anyway, you’re shooting and you’re getting it wrong
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| Blowing the lights out alone in my room
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| 'Cause I’m waiting for you
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| Believe me, I’m nothing like the person I was
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| Couldn’t blame the reasoning for all of your flaws
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| It’s out of proportion, how everything goes
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| But she wouldn’t know
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| And it’s no wonder that everyone falls
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| Clinging on to my telephone calls
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| Waiting for nine, it’s
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| Which way is taking me home
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| Always late, a leaf with no stalk
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| No waiting in empty bars
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| And you’re somone’s absolute excuse
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| And she doesn’t know
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| Believe me
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| Anyway, you’re shooting and you’re getting it wrong
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| Blowing the lights out alone in my room
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| 'Cause I’m waiting for you
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| Believe me, I’m nothing like the person I was
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| Couldn’t blame the reasoning for all of your flaws
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| It’s out of proportion, how everything goes
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| But she wouldn’t know
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| You’re someone absolute excuse
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| And she doesn’t know |