Turn the tv off, put down the cosmopolitan.
i'd like to think that i'm not asking a lot.
oh my god this static is bad for my complexion.
and every other day i hear another brother say that i'm standing in line.
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please, just let me go just let me go
and if it's all over just tell me so just tell me so,
please just let me go, and i wont be your shadow anymore.
I passed the house last night, knowing it was my last time,
i'd see the the dent of anger kicked in your car.
in the rearview mirror thoughts of sex crossed my mind.
looks like the drama queen finally a star!
and every other day i hear another brother saying
that i'm crazy for lying to myself and you for trying!
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