Backlash, once again a stiff reaction to imagined stimuli
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Outside, we are tied and you're a victim of your pride
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I know just how you feel when you pretend you're all alone
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Lonely, you're such a fraud you won't even pick up the phone
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And the only thing that holds me here is my patience
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So don't tell me that I'm selfish, Don't tell me you're abused
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Everthing I own, everything I do, all that I've been through
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Shows me how my ardor is misdirected
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My faith in you refused
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Outcast, looking for something, someone better than me
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I say look at yourself and tell me what you see
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Last week you were mincing words with the skill of a priest
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Sunday comes and goes and now you swear you're incomplete
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Rufused
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The GC5 |