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Tell me what I'm supposed to do,
With all these leftover 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 somehow thought we knew,
Exactly what we're supposed to do.
With all these leftover 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 somehow thought we knew,
Exactly what we're supposed to do.
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