Two selves twist and then collide;
You're coming off the cart (Am I coming?)
I'm coming through. (Am I coming?)
A torturous condition to a spin cycled submission,
You know, sometimes it just feels better to give in.
(Sometimes, it just feels better to give in.)
And it's all too familiar
And it happens all the time.
All the cards begin to stack up,
Twisting heartache into fine
Little pieces that avoid an awful crime,
But it's you I can't deny.
(You I can't deny.)
Dull heat rises from the sheets.
I'm both a patient boy,
Well, and a jealous man. (Am I coming?)
But double standard of suspicion
Is running deep, oh, my blue heaven,
Sometimes, it just feels better to give in.
(Sometimes, it just feels better to give in.)
And it's all too familiar
And it happens all the time.
All the cards begin to stack up,
Twisting heartache into fine
Little pieces that avoid an awful crime,
But it's you I can't deny.
(You I can't deny.)
We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
You're sick, child, you are sick.
(You're sick, child, you are sick.)
You're sick, child, you are sick.
We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
You're sick, child, you are sick.
You're sick, child, you are ..
Sick (sick), sick (sick),
You are sick.
We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
You're sick, child, you are sick. (Am I coming?)
You're sick, child, you are sick. (Am I --)
Coming through?
Is this all too familiar?
Does it happen all the time?
I'm just asking you to hear me.
Could you please, just once, just hear me?
More then anything you wanted to be right.
Still it's you, you, it's you I can't deny.
(You I can't deny.)
It's you I can't deny.
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