Tell me off in a letter
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Completely ignore me
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Getting high off of saying
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Why you don't adore me?
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Baby, please, I'm well versed
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In how I might be cursed
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I don't need it articulated
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Stand in line wasting
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All of your time just to hate me
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Every dime gone to ways
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You can find that might bait me
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And drag me down, sight set proudly
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Bring me to the ground see
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You love to be somebody's enemy
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Maybe nobody loved you when you were young
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Maybe, boy, when you cry, nobody ever comes
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Will you try it once?
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Give up the machine gun
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Machine gun
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Locked and loaded
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You're practically floating away now
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In your fortress you feel like
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You're more or less safe now
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But let me say I don't mean harm
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Oh, but, baby, you'd be charming if you'd come undone
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Get back where you started from
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Maybe nobody loved you when you were young
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Maybe, boy, when you cry, nobody ever comes
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Will you try it once?
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Give up the machine gun
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Machine gun
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Never mind how you've rationed your time
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And the battle is underway
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Maybe times are gonna change
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Don't just hide in the silence behind
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What you've really been trying to say
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What a skill, baby, aiming to kill me
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With words you don't mean
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Maybe nobody loved you when you were young
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Maybe, boy, when you cry, nobody ever comes
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Will you try it once?
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Give up the machine gun
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Will you try it once?
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Give up the machine gun
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Will you try it once?
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Give up the machine gun
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Machine gun
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Machine Gun
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| Sara Bareilles |
