The first words that come out are usually the truth,
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But you spend your time offering another stretch.
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And your rolling eyes, your arthritic tries,
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They just wear me down,
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So rewind all the tapes and fetch me a magnet.
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The rolling eyes and glaring smile of a lover more connected to the wound between your legs than the scars inside your head makes you fantasize and realize that you'll never make it.
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You scream in the phone, "Come over tonight."
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"Lay with me, quietly now,
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I won't speak his name.
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I won't let you know that you're second best.
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I promise you, dear, I'll always be there.
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Just close your eyes and hang on for the ride."
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Another day, another war,
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When does this all end?
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'Cause there's only so much time we can spend in bed making loving eyes that quickly die when you run away bragging, "It was all a mistake, can you ever forgive me?"
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The rolling eyes and glaring smile of a boy who doesn't need you burns a hole in my soul and sends me off seeking the empty glass.
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I'll never pass a drink that needs a friend.
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When it soaks up my blood, there's nothing I won't say.
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So, I stagger in and stumbled down and beg for the world,
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But you won't crack a smile.
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You won't lift a finger till your dialing hand gets red again
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And you just have to call, making discounted sentiments I always eat up.
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"Lay with me, quietly now.
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I won't speak his name.
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I won't let you know that you're second best.
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I promise you, dear, I'll always be there.
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Just close your eyes and hang on for the ride."
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This Song Is Not About You, So Don't Ask
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Some By Sea |