What’s gotten into you lately
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It’s hard to know where I stand
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‘Cause nothin’ good has ever come out of
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Disassembling what we’ve learned about love
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Tried to explain the situation
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It’s gotten way out of hand
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Things get blown out of proportion
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And caused a problem where there never was one
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Just let it lay where it may land
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Don’t get the wrong idea, baby
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Don’t let ‘em box you in
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You’re not prepared to handle love again
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There’s no tellin’ how it shoulda been
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So the wrong ideas don’t do you in
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It’s no use to figure every angle
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If you know what’s good for you
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It’s a thankless job--at least that’s what I’ve heard
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I feel that I’ve bent over backwards
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How could you not see what it’s grown into
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CHORUS
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The thoughts I keep inside all still apply
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I’ve been hopin’ you’d help me to understand
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Can’t ya tell that I’d never wanna jeopardize
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What we have so that’s why I’ll try the best that I can
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CHORUS
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Can’t we try to come to some agreement
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Don’t be so sure that we can
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We hit a snag--that’s all there is to it
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It’ll take a little push to get through it
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You leave me no choice than to play my hand
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Don’t get the wrong idea, baby
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Don’t let ‘em box you in
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Wrong Idea
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