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Tell me what I'm supposed to do,
With all these left over feelings of you;
'Cause I don't know
And tell me how I'm supposed to feel,
When all these nightmares become real;
'Cause I don't know
And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find you,
And I don't know how we separate the lies here from the truth;
And I don't know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
exactly what we're supposed to do.
With all these left over feelings of you;
'Cause I don't know
And tell me how I'm supposed to feel,
When all these nightmares become real;
'Cause I don't know
And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find you,
And I don't know how we separate the lies here from the truth;
And I don't know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew
exactly what we're supposed to do.
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