Yesterday's dinner's haunting me today
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Blades in my stomach spinning
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I awake with a fear of intake
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Heightened by the stress of your love
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I won't return your calls until it lets up
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Oh, just one more season, you will be good
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Tonight, oh
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Don't even, don't even try, oh
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When I'm concentratin'
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on makin' statements
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That will fool you into thinkin' we're fine
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Yeah, They'll fool you, fool you, fool you, into thinkin' we're fine
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Until you start to feel something outside
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Beyond what you alone can visualise
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Not worth the misery
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Our sorted history
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Years of revelry
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We'd converse endlessly
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Those pouted lips that say you'd cry
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Won't you start to feel something outside
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Tonight, oh
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Don't even, don't even try
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The libido was mistaken
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For an earnest, heartfelt evening
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For a moon-induced hallucination
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Couldn't help but notice
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Your eyes are losing focus
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Such magnetism, now you're repulsed
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But if you're not begging for it
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Then it's not yours
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Once dependent, now no signs of withdrawal
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Not worth the misery
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Our sorted history
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Years of revelry
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We'd converse endlessly
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Those pouted lips that say you'd cry
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Won't you start to feel something outside
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Tonight, oh
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Don't even, don't even, don't
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Please talk softly now
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No need to scream
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The raise in decibels seems obsence
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Please talk softly now
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No need to scream
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The raise in decibels seems obsence
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Tonight, well, tonight
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If your sold on everything you've been told
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I apologize
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Apologize
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The Honorary Title |