(originally by Kate Nash)
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Thursday night,
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everything's fine,
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Except you've got that look in your eyes,
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when I'm telling a story
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And you find it boring your thinking of something to say.
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You'll go along with and then drop it
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And you Humiliate me, in front of our friends.
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Then I'll use that voice what you find annoyin'
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And say something like
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"intelligent input darlin' why don't you just go and have another beer then?"
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Then you call me a bitch and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
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and I won't give a shit.
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My fingertips are holding onto the
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cracks in our foundations,
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and I know that I should let go,
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but I can't.
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And everytime we fight I know its not right,
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everytime that your upset and I smile
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I know I should forget, but I can't.
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You said I must eat so many lemons,
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'cause I am so bitter.
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I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate,
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cause they are much fitter"
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Yes it was childish
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and you got aggressive
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and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
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but it gives me thrills to wind you up.
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My fingertips are holding onto the
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Cracks in our foundations,
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and I know that I should let go,
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but I can't.
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And everytime we fight,
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I know its not right,
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every time that your upset and I smile,
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I know I should forget,
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but I can't.
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Your face is pasty,
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'Cause you've gone and got so wasted,
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what a surprise,
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don't want to look at your face,
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'cause its making me sick.
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You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
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I only got these Yesterday.
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Oh my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.
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Well I'll leave you there till the mornin',
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and I purposely won't turn the heating on
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and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.
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My fingertips are holding onto the
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Cracks in our foundations,
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and I know that I should let go,
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but I can't.
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And everytime we fight,
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I know its not right,
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every time that your upset and I smile,
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I know I should forget,
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but I can't.
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And every time we fight I know it's not right,
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every time that you're upset and I smile.
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I know I should forget, but I can't.
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[x2]
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Foundations
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| Lena Meyer-Landrut |
