Forgive me you
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Cut out again.
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It seems so easy just to blame
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The reception.
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There¡¯s something wrong.
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I don¡¯t know why
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Why you, you never say goodnight.
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So please just leave,
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You don¡¯t mean that much to me.
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You keep the ring,
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I¡¯ll take those Saturdays in bed
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Cause I know you need them.
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As for me it¡¯s nothing new just another two years.
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I wish we'd always wake up new,
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Refreshed and born again with nothing left to lose.
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But we dream too much.
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Who needs a crutch?
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Pull off the bandage,
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There¡¯s no wound.
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So please just leave,
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You don¡¯t mean that much to me.
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Give back the ring,
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Keep all those summers with your friends
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Cause you know you need them.
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As for me it¡¯s nothing new just another two years
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While I¡¯m here losing sleep.
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Your sore thumb,
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Your best defense is miles from home.
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Oh, and it reads like a letter with the words
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All broken.
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Erased them with a razorblade,
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Cause you¡¯re gone.
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I was lost then I found you,
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But I¡¯m breaking down now that¡¦
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Your sore thumb,
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Your best defense is miles from home.
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Oh, and it reads like a letter with the words
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All broken.
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Erased them with a razorblade
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Cause you¡¯re gone.
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Sore Thumb (Album Version)
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