we both know i need this too much

only i know that it's got to stop

but i can't keepy my anger up

'change it, it's your job,

change it, it's your job'

now i'm stuck

i'm stuck

she'll break some hearts

when she grows up

she'll break some hearts

when she owns up

mine is one

when she looks at me

in that tone of voice

she don't need to make a noise

i can read her thoughts

in capital letters

i've lost her since i've met her


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