Tell me when does on draw the line
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The circumstance become benign
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Is this the way it tends to feel
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Looking all over of this
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I bet your ignorance is bliss
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Need I remind you who your friends are?
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Looking for answers
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But you never found a cure
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So take your knife
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Can you run it through me one more time
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Little secrets
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It's all over my head
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I'd rather be naive
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Than share everything once said
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I wonder what it's like to be
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Like you always
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Using and being used
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You lack the confidence
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To set yourself apart
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Cut the ties
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And start loose ends
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The finality just depends
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On the always right as in you are
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Looking for answers
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But you never found a cure
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So take your knife
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Can you run it through me one more time
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Lucid I see right through you
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This is the end
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Conversations With Strangers (Little Secrets)
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| Rory |
