My Interpretation - MIKA
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You talk about life, you talk about death,
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And everything in between,
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Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
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You talk about me, and you talk about you,
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And everything I do,
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Like it's something, that needs repeating.
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I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
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The things we left unsaid,
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Are only taking space up in our head.
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Make it my fault, win the game
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Point the finger, place the blame
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It does me up and down,
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It doesn't matter now.
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Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
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This is not about emotion,
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I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
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Or what happened in the end.
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This is my interpretation,
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And it don't, don't make sense.
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The first two weeks turn into ten,
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I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,
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Does it really matter?
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If half of what you said is true,
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And half of what I didn't do could be different,
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Would it make it better?
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If we forget the things we know.
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Would we have somewhere to go?
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The only way is down, I can see that now.
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It's really not such a sacrifice
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if I ever talk to you again.
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This is not about emotion,
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I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
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Or what happened in the end.
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This is my interpretation,
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And it don't, don't make sense.
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And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
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Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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yeah, yeah, yeah
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My Interpretation (Live from Sadler`s Wells, London/2009)
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