Waiting for the super buzz, the second dose, the inspiration,
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but something strange is going on.
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I’m in the middle of another stupid conversation.
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I can’t believe so many days have gone by since I tried to talk to you,
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but something strange is going on.
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I’ve got both sides of it and I’m waiting for the other one to come.
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(where’s the messenger?)
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You’re too late, great,
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What am I supposed to say?
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That he’s done something wrong, and he’s gonna have to pay.
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Late, great,
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What am I supposed to say?
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That he begs to be beside you?
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Off and running.
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It’s stunning, you’re caught off guard.
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You feel forgotten, afraid of, in the dark.
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This fixer upper’s not my idea of what you should be after,
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not much laughter when you’re penciled in.
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Sometimes the sun isn’t bright enough in your apartment, the sun.
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You have to lean towards the lamp, to get anything done.
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But you’re too late, great,
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What am I supposed to say?
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That he’s done something wrong, and he’s gonna have to pay.
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Late, great,
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What am I supposed to say?
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That he begs to be beside you.
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What Am I Supposed To Say
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| Lisa Loeb |
