She¡¯s talking in her sleep
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Says, "Wont you love me I don¡¯t always get this deep
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It¡¯s just an overflow of all I know
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And all that I can¡¯t speak¡¦speak"
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He says, "But you¡¯re always asking why,
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Be warned that, to avoid the question, there¡¯s plenty who will tell you lies,
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You¡¯d better find some other way of staying sane,
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If you wanna make it out alive"
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CHORUS
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What do you do
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When you feel sore
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Heart in your throat, face down in the floor
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Someone must know
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That you¡¯re red red raw
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You¡¯re red red raw
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She¡¯s got this master plan,
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"Someday everyone¡¯s gonna who just who I am
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But for now I¡¯m willingly, just passing time
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That¡¯s killing me
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Til they understand."
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He said, "That¡¯s just a faded dream,
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I know a girl who loved the world but she soon learned what jaded means
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It¡¯s not that I just see the worst
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But blessings seem to turn to curses
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Eventually ¡¦"
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CHORUS
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Produced by Mark Street
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Engineering and programming - Annie O'Raque
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Words/Music/lead/backing vocals - Jane
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Guitars - Annie O'Raque, Jane
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Piano and keyboards - Pete Jacobsen
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Red, Red Raw
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