Can we take the next hour and talk about me?
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Talk about me, oh we'll talk about me
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Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me
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Can we please take this hour and talk about me?
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And my hatred for corporate magazines
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You know they don't speak to me
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The irony is they won't speak with me
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I placed you on a window sill
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Cut notches up and down the door
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My surprise I woke up one morning
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In bed in your place lay a note
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It read, "Baby, Your love, it just ain't good enough.
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I found sunlight 6 hours away.
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You watered me down 'til I drifted abound
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Somewhere far from your shade."
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Now I shadow my former self
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Once whole and now only a chest full of holes
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red wax, it paints me unclear
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When the big hand strikes 12, I disappear
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And the angels are fake and they'll lie to your face
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Anything to keep you away
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You watered me down 'til I drifted abound
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It's time I accept the fact that you on your back
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It has buried the past
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Can we please take this hour and talk about me?
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Talk about me, oh we'll talk about me
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Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me
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Can we please take this hour and talk about me?
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And my hatred for corporate magazines
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You know they don't speak to me
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The irony is they won't speak with me
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I'm Actual
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