i call you up
on the telephone
but your not at home
and where were you
and were you with him
i'd like to know
i'd like to know
i'd like to know
well maybe no
a million miles
it might as well be
it always feel so damn much more than
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i'm having trouble having faith with you in bed
giving all of my hope to the pills to fix your head
and where is your head girl
is it screwed on tight
i'd like to know
well maybe no
i could be droppin names
like jen and the rest
but i won't play that game
it'll just make a mess
and you think your bad
and you think your so strong
well i've got news for you
your victory is sour
and it's not so sweet
it's stale and out of season and soon you will see
cheaters never prosper
but they always win
the hearts of another
and a notch on their post
it's the hollowest feeling
makes a husk of the host
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Lyrics submitted by Vlad.