Maybe its too easily fit,
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no problems are as hard as before
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Look for me under the pillows
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hiding from self-created danger
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Sucking the dust
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For what's left
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Well go on
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I'm the last to know
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But don't ask me if it hurts,
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for I don't know
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I've lost sense of pain
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or I just don't give a damn
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What do you care anyway,
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you always second-hand me
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I'm like a spare tire
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who is used,
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when the first one breaks
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Sorry if I'm out of style,
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I never meant to be in your way
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Tell me when I'm gone too far,
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I slipped and I grabbed the first thing,
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I could find you
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I would have done the same,
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I looked out of the window,
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But I've been away for too long this time
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Probably I'm too blame,
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for almost everything
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I know sometimes I behave like a monster,
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but please don't walk away
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You can keep me in your basement
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As long as I can be with you
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I'm pleased with that
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Not In My Palace
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| Fireside |
