I am tired
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of crying in bathrooms
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and lighting drags
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when I don't even smoke
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Writing to no one
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Sleeping with the hours
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And sighing
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for a thousand things
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So tired, ignoring your words
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About a new girl
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Watching flirtations
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Whispered conversations
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These Girls, they don't know
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How they kill me down
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Whenever they hold his hand
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And these girls
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I'm getting old, just by
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Being 'round them
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They're breaking the future
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I'll never hold again
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So blue, I'm scratching at nothing
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The tighter you hold him, the stronger he gets
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Inside I'm spinning, my lesson
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Lipstick & perfume, and fanciful speech
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My suitcase is packed by the door
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In case he comes crawling, like he did before
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Baby come get me, don't you look over there
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And these girls, they don't know
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How they kill me down
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Whenever they hold his hand
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And these girls
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I'm getting old, just by
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Being 'round them
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They're breaking the future
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I'll never hold again
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And these girls, if I had my chance
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Oh, I'll find a way to spell it out in the night
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And these girls, it's dangerous
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It's not their fault
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But I'm so tired of being nice
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Anywhere that I go, they appear before me
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And everybody knows I'm addicted
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to the object of their eyes
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And these girls, they don't know
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How they kill me down
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Whenever they hold his hand
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And these girls
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I'm getting old, just by
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Being 'round them
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They're breaking the future
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I'll never hold again
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And these girls, if I had my chance
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oh, I'll find a way to spell it out in the night
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And these girls, it's dangerous
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It's not their fault
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But I'm so tired of being nice
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So tired of being nice
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So tired, so tired of being alone...
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These Girls
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| Rachael Yamagata |
