Wring out my guilt and hang it on the line
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Its been raining all week, it won't get a chance to dry
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I've been looking round the pantry for a box of sorries
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I'm all run out yeah
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I'm all run out
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It's not that hard to say I know
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It's not that hard to say I know
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It's not that hard to say
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So why can't I say it now?
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And its been swelling up inside like the kitchen sponge
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Its on the back of my throat, its on the tip of my tongue
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If I could sweep it out he door that would be the end
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But this wind keeps blowing it in again
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It's not that hard to say I know
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It's not that hard to say I know
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It's not that hard to say
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So why can't I say it now?
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Say It now, say it now, say it now!
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Say it now, say it now, say it now!
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And I've been locking all the doors and drawing all the blinds
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It always seems to find its way back inside
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If I could sweep it out the door that would be the end
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But this wind keeps blowing it in again
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So I can say it now
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Say it now, say it now, say now!
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Say it now, say it now, say now!
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Say it now, say it now, say now!
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Say it now, say it now, say now!
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It's not that hard to say I know
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Sorry
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Bic Runga |