Waiting for the super buzz, the second dose, the inspiration,
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but something strange is going on.
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I¡¯m in the middle of another stupid conversation.
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I can¡¯t believe so many days have gone by since I tried to talk to you,
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but something strange is going on.
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I¡¯ve got both sides of it and I¡¯m waiting for the other one to come.
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(where¡¯s the messenger?)
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You¡¯re too late, great,
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What am I supposed to say?
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That he¡¯s done something wrong, and he¡¯s gonna have to pay.
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Late, great,
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What am I supposed to say?
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That he begs to be beside you?
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Off and running.
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It¡¯s stunning, you¡¯re caught off guard.
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You feel forgotten, afraid of, in the dark.
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This fixer upper¡¯s not my idea of what you should be after,
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not much laughter when you¡¯re penciled in.
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Sometimes the sun isn¡¯t bright enough in your apartment, the sun.
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You have to lean towards the lamp, to get anything done.
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But you¡¯re too late, great,
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What am I supposed to say?
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That he¡¯s done something wrong, and he¡¯s gonna have to pay.
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Late, great,
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What am I supposed to say?
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That he begs to be beside you.
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What Am I Supposed To Say
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| Lisa Loeb |
