| Passion’s learning, feelings stronger by the day
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| Fashion’s burning, in every movement you betray
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| But you tease me
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| Emotional breakdowns are causing me some serious doubts now
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| 'Cause I think that you’re real and I know that you feel
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| More than just a taste, more than just a face
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| But it’s all a waste of time
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| Talking to you when you’ve made up your mind
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| And it’s all a waste of time
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| Thinking it through
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| You don’t know how to fight fair (fight fair)
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| The passion’s failing
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| It’s all a different game today
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| Dig your nails in, when you know you’re right
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| I won’t sleep tonight
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| Non-stop physical torture, must be a joy-ride compared to this
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| Screaming at the wall again, pulling out my hair again
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| Shouting at the air again
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| But it’s all a waste of time
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| Talking to you when you’ve made up your mind
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| And it’s all a waste of time
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| Thinking it through
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| You don’t know how to fight fair
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| Crackdown, falling out
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| I know there’s nothing left to share
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| With your cracked up little smile
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| On some pretence that you care
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| Well maybe you do but there’s no getting through now
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| What in the world do you want me to do?
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| 'Cause your motor’s broken but your mouth still opens
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| And I can’t get a look in at all
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| But it’s all a waste of time
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| Talking to you when you’ve made up your mind
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| And it’s all a waste of time
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| Thinking it through
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| You don’t know how to fight fair
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| And it’s all a waste of time
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| Talking to you when you’ve made up your mind
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| And it’s all a waste of time
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| Thinking it through
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| You don’t know how to fight fair |