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Forgive me you
Cut out again.
It seems so easy just to blame
The reception.
There¡¯s something wrong.
I don¡¯t know why
Why you, you never say goodnight.

So please just leave,
You don¡¯t mean that much to me.
You keep the ring,
I¡¯ll take those Saturdays in bed
Cause I know you need them.
As for me it¡¯s nothing new just another two years.

I wish we'd always wake up new,
Refreshed and born again with nothing left to lose.
But we dream too much.
Who needs a crutch?
Pull off the bandage,
There¡¯s no wound.

So please just leave,
You don¡¯t mean that much to me.
Give back the ring,
Keep all those summers with your friends
Cause you know you need them.
As for me it¡¯s nothing new just another two years
While I¡¯m here losing sleep.

Your sore thumb,
Your best defense is miles from home.
Oh, and it reads like a letter with the words
All broken.
Erased them with a razorblade,
Cause you¡¯re gone.

I was lost then I found you,
But I¡¯m breaking down now that¡¦

Your sore thumb,
Your best defense is miles from home.
Oh, and it reads like a letter with the words
All broken.
Erased them with a razorblade
Cause you¡¯re gone.

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Sore Thumb (Album Version)
The Format



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