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Take it all away from me before fall in love
I think itâs time we figured out this mess
Been kicked around enough to know what leaving is
Waiting on your promises, wonât hold my breath
Take your time with the break that youâre taking, now
But I donât wanna know just where youâve been
Iâm getting sick of all this slow rotation
But youâre content to just let the wheels spin
Yeah Iâll admit that Iâm new and naive
If youâll admit that Iâm exactly what you need
Look around and check the locks before you call the cops
False alarms are ringing in your head
I couldnât tell you where the point of entry might have been
But I can tell that you wish you were dead
But check the goods, count your shoes, youâll see that nothingâs gone
Except that my side of the bed is made
So sick and tired of being sick and tired
So I decided to just up and make my getaway
Yeah Iâll admit that Iâm new and naive
If youâll admit that Iâm exactly what you need
You know Iâll take a joke as well as all the other guys
But Iâm more concerned with making this right
So think twice baby, this maybe the very last time
That you and me stand here as we tonight
And these clasping hands, they seem to mean something
But the notes we play begin to mean nothing
So maybe itâs best if we just fade away