| I watch you, while you’re asleep
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| The one time I ever feel at ease
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| I got you, I know your game
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| It don’t mean that I know how to play
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| What’s wrong? |
| We didn’t fight
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| Just wish I could climb inside your twisted mind
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| Where do you really go?
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| If someone has the answer, could you let me know?
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| And through all our history
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| The man is a mystery
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| He takes what he wants from me
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| And leaves what he don’t alone
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| Well, I’d rather walk away
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| Pretend that it’s all okay
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| Than ask Mr. Cool to stay
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| The man’s in a world alone
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| It’s over now, I’ve thrown the towel, can’t work it out
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| Tried so hard, but in the end, there’s too much doubt
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| And I was on my knees when he left me at the door
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| Strugglin' to pick my broken heart off the floor
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| A heart so cold, the truth unfolds, I can’t say no
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| Why can’t I turn my back and just let it go?
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| Done all I can to understand why it wasn’t right
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| But I’m the one who cries in the night
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| So I won’t be back
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| Standing as your trophy
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| Just like you own me
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| At least I know that
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| I’ve given my everything
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| Down to this song I sing
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| But your cold heart’s no friend of mine
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| You’re thrillin' me, you’re killin' me
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| And I’ve been waiting all this time
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| And I can’t change this sorry song
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| You’re makin' me, you’re breakin' me
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| Confusion lingers on and on
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| Hell, I should be gone
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| And through all our history
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| The man is a mystery
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| He takes what he wants from me
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| And leaves what he don’t alone
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| Well, I’d rather walk away
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| Pretend that it’s all okay
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| Than ask Mr. Cool to stay
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| The man’s in a world alone
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| Please
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| I don’t want another
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| Squeeze
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| You work me like no other
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| Freeze
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| You make it hard for me to
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| Breathe
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| Somebody rescue me
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| And your cold heart’s no friend of mine
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| You’re thrillin' me, you’re killin' me
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| And I’ve been waiting all this time
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| And I can’t change this sorry song
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| You’re makin' me, you’re breakin' me
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| Confusion lingers on and on
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| Hell, I should be gone |