He's got inside my head
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He's sleeping in my head
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He's got hold of my hand
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I am not anymore surprised at your phone calls at 4 in the morning
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(Hello, hello)
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You try to write me letters like you've transformed into Charles Dickens overnight or something
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(Oh, I'm sorry)
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And I doubt that you've considered that maybe,
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Just maybe those genes that you were forced in,
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Although heavy, are no excuse for your lack of trust in anyone, even you.
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My boyfriend used my palm, as an ashtray,
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And that was on his good days
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My scar looks like a bear, or a rabbit
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They said, "It's just his bad habits."
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He's got inside my head
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He's sleeping in my head
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He's got hold of my hand
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I'm not even scared to come cure your past,or try to reinvent it
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(Just leave it alone)
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I can be your lover, and your mother,
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And your father who never really had to take you fishing or teach compassion
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You used my voice as your spokesman
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You couldn't walk on your own feet
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Ain't that horrid
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He's got inside my head
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He's sleeping in my head
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He's got hold of my hand
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What's the use, I've caught the blindness
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He's got inside my head
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He's sleeping in my head
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He's got hold of my hand
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Are you going to tell me that you can't bear this weight that was a present 12 years from this day?
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Well this town's on the edge of the dry, dry ocean,
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And you're thinking you're immune to getting torn or more
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Yeah...Yeah...
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Come on
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He's got inside my bed
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He's sleeping in my head
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He's got hold of my hand
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He's got inside my bed
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He's sleeping in my head
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He's got hold of my hand
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What's the use, I've caught the blindness
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Inside My Head
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| Meg & Dia |
