You hold your head in your hands
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Your pregnant sighs are fully loaded
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You hold your breath like a gun
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Or just like a grenade before you throw it
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Into the first place that you belong
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Straight at the first face you can count on
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You couldn't be more wrong
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Not if you said the world was flat
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And were the only one
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You're scared they'll lead you on
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But if you just leat your guard down
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You'll find you're one of them
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That bitter taste in your mouth
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Shows you're still reeling from rejection
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That cautious pace with which you walk
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Shows just how quick you'll change direction
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Out of the first place that you belong
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Away from faces you can count on
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Your hollow chest will rust
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Or maybe cave in from lack of trust
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You're grasping out at straws
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You think everybody's out to pick at your flaws
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You couldn't be more wrong
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Because you're just like all of them
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The Tin Man Gets His Heart
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| Tokyo Rose |
