| Can someone tell me why
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| I always seem to let these
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| Straight boys ruin my life?
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| I guess I’m just too nice to-
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| Run away or stay where we have
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| Who I trust and who’s surrounding me and
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| Hope that there’s any good left in this life
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| And trust I give isn’t given to me
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| And the hate inside is all I see
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| And you’re clinging to a false sense of pride
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| Can someone tell me why
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| It always seems to seem like
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| All straight boys care about
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| Is how they’re viewed from the outside?
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| 'Cause being true is not their thing
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| Oh, it eats them up internally
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| Then they take it out on people like me all the time
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| They say I’m brave for being true
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| But act like it’s not something they can do
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| But they’re clinging to a false sense of pride
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| Don’t tell me you don’t see
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| The pool of contradiction
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| Don’t tell me you don’t see
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| The flood in your convictions
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| Oh, run away or stay where we have
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| Who I trust and who’s surrounding me and
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| Hope that there’s any good left in this life
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| And trust I give isn’t given to me
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| And the hate inside is all I see
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| And you’re clinging to a false sense of pride
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| Can someone tell me why
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| It always seems to seem like
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| All straight boys care about
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| Is how they’re viewed from the outside?
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| 'Cause being true is not their thing
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| Oh, it eats them up internally
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| And they take it out on people like me all the time
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| They say I’m brave for being true
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| But act like it’s not something they can do
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| But they’re clinging to a false sense of pride
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| So run away and stay where we are
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| Who I trust and who’s surrounding me
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| And hope that there’s any good left in this life
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| Life, life |