You say it's all in my head And the things I think just don't make sense So where you been then? Don't go all coy Don't turn it round on me like it's my fault See I can see that look in your eyes The one that shoots at me each and every time You grace me with your Cold Shoulder Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You shower me with words made of knives Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
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