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When it�s deserved it�s still not right So I still wish you better days Though I dislike you anyway It doesn�t mean I can�t be courteous I get uptight and nervous and tense Small things tend to become immense I�m just beginning to unwind So if I seem to be unkind It isn�t really me that�s talking My head�s connected to my heart And I just can�t pull them apart Although they know each other well The odds are slim that they will gel The just don�t seem to go together |
