Can¡¯t see you through your blinding words
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Eyes burning through the lies you stutter
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Can¡¯t breathe in case I take them in
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Then I¡¯d lose my mind
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I believe that you believe in you
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Still reeling from the words you uttered
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Feel sick enough to let you win
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Recognising
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The trouble with me
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Is my troubles with you
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Sometimes you make me feel
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Like I¡¯m everybody¡¯s fool
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The trouble with me
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Is my troubles with you
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You¡¯d like me to believe
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I need no one but you
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I stumble from your juiced up promises
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Can¡¯t believe what I forgave in you
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Too scared by what you think I¡¯m living for
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So distorted
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Stupid me I should have listened
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to you anyway
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Between the line I would have
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heard the truth
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So slick you coulda lied to anyone
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Now I see that
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You can run
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You can run away
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But I can run too
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Far enough to see
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You can run
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You can run today
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But I can run too
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Far enough to see the wrong in you
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Trouble With Me
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