I don't know what games you're trying to play
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You want to look the other way
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Look the other way
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I'm talking about the here, the now
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Keep my feet on solid ground
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Well, I hate to break it to you
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But you just don't realize
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Switching conversation topics
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And you never compromise
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I wanna express something to ya
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Something you oughta know
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But you got the frontal logic
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And refuse to let it go
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You make it rough, so rough
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For me to get through to ya
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So rough, to get my point across
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I've had enough, enough
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Of trying to get through to ya
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So rough, and getting no response
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You make it rough
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I'm feeling slightly ill at ease
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About your sensibilities, sensibilities
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And I've been getting nervous ticks
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Wondering if one where to stick
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You don't respond well to the pressure
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That's something I've been warned about
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And I think of you as something lesser
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When we can't sit and talk it out
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Well, I hate to break it to you
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But you just don't realize
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Switching conversation topics
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And you never compromise
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I wanna express something to ya
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Something you oughta know
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But you got the frontal logic
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And refuse to let it go
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You make it rough, so rough
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For me to get through to ya
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So rough, to get my point across
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I've had enough, enough
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To get through to ya
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So rough, and getting no response
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The situation worsens
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The words turn into curses
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For certain you got me all tied up like a circus
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I can't make an assertion
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Without you thinking it's hurtin'
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I guess it's really time to pull the curtains
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You make it rough
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You make it rough
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So rough, for me to get through to ya
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So rough, to get my point across
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Enough, of trying to get through to ya
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So rough, and getting no response
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So rough, for me to get through to ya
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So rough, to get my point across
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I've had enough, enough
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Of trying to get through to ya
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So rough, and getting no response
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Do ya do ya do ya do ya
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You Make It Rough
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