you dont talk to anyone
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you wont look at anyone but her
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and i dont think she's listening
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i doubt she remembers your name
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and you say, when will she notice me
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and you feel, like youre gonna break
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and you say, when will she notice me
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and it feels, like a hand grenade
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that man, i'll never understand
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everyone's livin in the past
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instead of forgetting her
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you're always kissing her ass
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i know that there's not much to say
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so ill look stupid anyway
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you dont talk to anyone
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you wont look at anyone but her
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and i dont think she's listening
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but you still play that game
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but i think the best way
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of moving on is to attack
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cause she's just a hand grenade
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so pull out the pin and throw it back
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i know that there's not much to say
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so ill look stupid anyway
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like a hand grenade, like a hand grenade
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a hand grenade
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Hand Grenade
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| The Movielife |
