You don’t know how you move me
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Deconstruct me
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And consume me
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I’m all used up
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I’m out of luck
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I am starstruck
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By something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive
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But I’m sick of myself when I look at you
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Something is beautiful and true
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In a world that’s ugly and a lie
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It’s hard to even want to try
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And I’m beginning to think baby you don’t know
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I’ll take or leave
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The room to breathe
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The choice to leave you
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I’ll throw away
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A chance at greatness
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Just to make this
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Dream come into play, I don’t know if I’ll find a way
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’cause I’m sick of myself when I look at you
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Something is beautiful and true
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In a world that’s ugly and a lie
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It’s hard to even want to try
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And I’m beginning to think baby you don’t know
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I’m beginning to think baby you don’t know
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There’s something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive
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But I’m sick of myself when I look at you
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Something is beautiful and true
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In a world that’s ugly and a lie
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It’s hard to even want to try
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And I’m beginning to think baby you don’t know
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I’m beginning to think baby you don’t know
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Sick of Myself
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| Bowling for Soup |
