Making faces from across the room
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Look at me looking at you
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What's your name, my name too
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I'm getting the chills sitting next to you
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Shake myself in your soul
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The blood in your veins
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The smell your clothes
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What am I suppose to do
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There's nothing left for me to choose
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Make my move or walk away
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Once again with out a date
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Is it me or do I smell
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I had a shower the other what the hell, is going on
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Just where do I belong
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I don't really care
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Get outta my hair, get outta my hair
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Smoke my cigarettes and drive my car
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Flick your ashes on my bedroom floor
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Wear my underwear, steal my shirts
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I think it's love and then you burp
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If I died you'd probably spit on my grave
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And date my friends the very next day
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Your always complaining that I'm not home
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When I try to call you on the telephone
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My pants are falling my socks don't fit
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I can't seem to walk with out having to trip over you
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Just what am I gonna do
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I don't really care
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Get outta my hair, get outta my head
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What is said, what is done
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I take it on the run
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I won't apologize
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I won't be telling lies
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How could you, why would you
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Take advantage of and leave me of my love
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Then leave
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Smash my windows and keyed my car
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And outta the blue you send a birthday card
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What's a man suppose to do
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When all I get is grieve from you
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Playing games and trashin' my
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Who could it be
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Hopefully nobody for me
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I don't really care
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Get outta my hair
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Trip
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| Smash Mouth |
