You don¡¯t know how you move me
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Deconstruct me
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And consume me
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I¡¯m all used up
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I¡¯m out of luck
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I am starstruck
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By something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive
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But I¡¯m sick of myself when I look at you
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Something is beautiful and true
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In a world that¡¯s ugly and a lie
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It¡¯s hard to even want to try
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And I¡¯m beginning to think baby you don¡¯t know
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I¡¯ll take or leave
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The room to breathe
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The choice to leave you
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I¡¯ll throw away
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A chance at greatness
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Just to make this
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Dream come into play, I don¡¯t know if I¡¯ll find a way
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¡¯cause I¡¯m sick of myself when I look at you
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Something is beautiful and true
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In a world that¡¯s ugly and a lie
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It¡¯s hard to even want to try
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And I¡¯m beginning to think baby you don¡¯t know
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I¡¯m beginning to think baby you don¡¯t know
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There¡¯s something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive
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But I¡¯m sick of myself when I look at you
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Something is beautiful and true
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In a world that¡¯s ugly and a lie
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It¡¯s hard to even want to try
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And I¡¯m beginning to think baby you don¡¯t know
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I¡¯m beginning to think baby you don¡¯t know
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Sick of Myself
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Bowling for Soup |