Don't give me
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something to hold in my hand
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Something else to believe in
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Cause I'm over it
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And your reasons for wanting to stay
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Your reasons for wanting to change
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My reasons for everything are dull to you
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I have tried but I don't fit
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into this box I'm living with
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I could go wild
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but you might lock me up
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I have tried but I don't fit
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into this box you call a gift
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When I could be wild and free
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but god forbid then you might envy me
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So don't give me
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love with an old book of rules
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That kind of love's just for fools
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And I'm over it
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My reasons for walking away
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My reasons for wanting to change
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My reasons for everything are lost with you
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I have tried but I don't fit
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into this box I'm living with
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I could go wild
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but you might lock me up
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I have tried but I don't fit
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into this box you call a gift
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When I could be wild and free
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but god forbid then you might envy me
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I have tried but I don't fit
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into this box you call a gift
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I could go wild
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but you might lock me up
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I have tried but I don't fit
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into this box you call a gift
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When I could be wild and free
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but god forbid then you might envy me
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I could be wild and free
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Well god forbid then you might
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The Box
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| Damien Rice |
