| Promises like plates in a Greek restaurant
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| Go through the motions, but you know that you can’t
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| Like the smell of perfume coming from a glam magazine
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| You wear your heart where it cannot be seen
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| Is that it after all?
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| You’re the bat, I’m the ball
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| I’m a slave to your trade
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| Am I refundable?
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| I turn it off to avoid another bad day
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| I see your mouth move, but I don’t hear what you say
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| Stuck in a gold mine, reinventing the wheel
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| Remote emotions, so nothing feels real
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| Is that it after all?
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| You’re the bat, I’m the ball
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| I’m a slave to your trade
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| Are we compatible?
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| Is that it after all?
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| You’re the bat, I’m the ball
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| I’m a slave to your trade
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| Am I returnable?
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| Kiss me, hit me, slap me, wake me
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| Hurt me, tell me, tell me I’m not dreaming, oh!
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| Hit me, pinch me, roll me, reprimand me
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| Tell me this is not a dream
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| Heads, you win, tails, I lose
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| I’m told my role, you’re the one who gets to choose
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| I fight it off with the short end of the stick
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| Better make the best of it real quick
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| Is that it after all?
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| You’re the bat, I’m the ball
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| I’m a slave to your trade
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| Am I refundable?
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| Is that it after all?
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| Is that it after all?
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| Is that it after all?
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| Are we compatible? |
| No
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| Is that it after all?
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| You’re a slave, I’m the ball
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| I’m a slave to your trade
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| Is that it?
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| Is that it?
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| Is that it?
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| Is that it?
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| Is that it? |
| Hey
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| Is that it?
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| Is that it? |
| Oh
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| Is that it?
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| Is that it? |
| Oh |