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You Em7asked me to Ddinner you Abrought me Gstuff, now Dwhat do I make of Athat
You Em7made me an A7offer I Dcalled your Gbluff, now Dyou're an amAnesiac
Driving with Gone hand Don the Awheel
Ordering luck with every meal
Feeding on hope again never mind how small a portion
I Em7said like we Ddo like we'd Alike to Gthink, I'll Dtake care of mAyself
And whoEm7 would've A7thought that iDnitial Gdrink would Dclear an entire Ashelf
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You should Glook at it DrealisticalAly
I know you couldn't be in love with me
YoEm7u sat there as Ddumb as a Adog or Gcat just Dhoping it's for the Abest
As Em7if anyA7thing ever Dcomes from Gthat, excDept an appalling Amess
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NoEm7w you didn't bDank on the AalchemGy that Dflattery turns to Alove
But you Em7took that obstA7ructions will Dalways Gbe the Ddanger of falling Aoff
Driving with Gone hand Don the Awheel
Not knowing how or what you feel
You only knew that it was enough to be feeling something
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