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You're sitting on the couch againOne eye on your watch, one hand changing stationsWill anyone really know youI feel your pain but why can't I talk to youYou're driving your carAnd eating your microwave pizzaAgainMy blood, my fears, your tearsI am confused by the problem we have hereYou know I love you, I love youI feel your pain but why can't I talk to youAnd you keep driving your carAnd eating your microwave pizzaCause you don't know what else to doYeah cause you don't know what else to doTo do (x6) From Letras Mania