You think I'm unkind
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But people aren't the way you think they are
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They can't remember all the time
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What it was you wanted
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They paint you out in straight silhouette
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But don't you get the picture yet
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Why you getting all upset?
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The worst parts almost over
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Three's such a crowd
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You ought to tell me what you tell yourself
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Are you ever gonna speak it aloud?
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Or do I have to guess like everyone else?
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With an iron will to walk the walk
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And the glass drawn that can't be moved to talk
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Black eyes always watch the clock
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The worst parts almost over
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You let yourself be frozen by doubt
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You think I'm mean 'cause I call you out
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You don't know what you're about
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The worst parts almost over now
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The worst parts almost over now
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Now now
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Almost Over
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| Elliott Smith |
