| You burden me with your questions
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| You’d have me tell no lies
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| You’re always asking what it’s all about
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| But don’t listen to my replies
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| You say to me I don’t talk enough
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| But when I do I’m a fool
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| These times I’ve spent, I’ve realized
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| I’m going to shoot through
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| And leave you
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| The things, you say
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| Your purple prose just gives you away
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| The things, you say
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| You’re unbelievable
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| (Oh!)
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| (What the fuck?)
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| (What the fuck was that?)
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| You burden me with your problems
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| By telling me more than mine
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| I’m always so concerned
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| With the way you say
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| You’re always upset
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| To think of us being one
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| Is more than I ever know
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| But this time, I realize
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| I’m going to shoot through
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| And leave you
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| The things, you say
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| Your purple prose just gives you away
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| The things, you say
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| You’re unbelievable
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| (Woah! What the fuck was that?)
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| Seemingly lastless, don’t mean
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| You can ask us
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| Pushing down the relative
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| Bringing out your higher self
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| Think of the fine times, pushing
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| Down the better few, instead of
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| Bringing out the clues, to what the
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| World and everything anger to, brace
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| Yourself with the grace of ease
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| I know this world ain’t what it seems
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| (What the fuck? Woah man!)
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| It’s unbelievable
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| You burden me with your questions
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| You’d have me tell no lies
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| You’re always asking what it’s all about
|
| But don’t listen to my replies
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| You say to me I don’t talk enough
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| But when I do I’m a fool
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| These times I’ve spent, I’ve realized
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| I’m going to shoot through
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| And leave you
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| The things, you say
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| Your purple prose just gives you away
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| The things, you say
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| Before I love you more
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| The things, you say
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| Your purple prose just gives you away
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| You’re unbelievable
|
| (What the fuck was that?)
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| You’re so unbelievable! |
| (what the fuck?)
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| You’re unbelievable
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| It’s unbelievable
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| (What the fuck was that?)
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| You’re unbelievable |