I feel like a boy with a problem
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I can't believe what we've forgotten
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And I even slapped your face and made you cry
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It's the last thing I want to do
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Pull the curtains on me and you
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Pull the carpet from under love
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Pull out like young lovers do
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You swore you wouldn't shout
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If it's not your punch then its your pout
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Days in silence try my temper
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Nights spent drinking to remember
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How memories are always tender
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I crept out last night behind your back
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The little they know might be the pieces I lack
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Came home drunk
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Talking in circles
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The spirit is willing but I don't believe in miracles
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I've got a problem but let's go to bed
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I can roll over and I can play dead
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But here I am in the doghouse instead
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I feel like a boy with a problem
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I can't believe all you've forgotten
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Sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me
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Boy With A Problem
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Elvis Costello |