Don't ask me what I think of you
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I spill my mind
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Don't try and ask me what I am
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I am mine
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So don't ask me what I think of you
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'Til I change my mind
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You don't understand a thing I do
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That brings stain to my eye
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I keep sticking my finger in
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I keep stamping it down
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'Cause you build a thousand walls
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All you need is nine
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Your rod her like a wooden horse
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A hundred, a hundred times
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So don't ask me what I think of you
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'Cause I'm not your kind
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Write down all those little things I do wrong
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That brings a stain to my eye
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I keep sticking my finger in
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I keep stamping it down
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'Cause you build a thousand walls
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All you need is nine
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Your rode her like a wooden horse
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A hundred, a hundred, a hundred times
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You're not listening
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I'm talking
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If you don't wanna be here
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Start walking
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I'd eat your head
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If I'm hungry
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I'm hungry
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I am
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'Cause you build a thousand walls
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All you need is nine
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Your rode her like a wooden horse
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A thousand, and a hundred, and a hundred...
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'Cause you build a thousand walls
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All you need is nine
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Your rode her like a wooden horse
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A hundred, a hundred, a hundred times
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You build a thousand walls
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All you need is, all you need is
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Your rode her like a wooden horse
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A hundred, a hundred times
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Wooden Horse
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Damien Rice |