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You're a classic case of, "Look around, It's obvious!" But further down your arm from that bracelet on your wrist Your armpit's getting sore from that crutch that you've been living with You want to love him but you don't know how I can live with I don't know how When you open that book you close your mind Trust yourself and no one else Before something else When you spend all your time with your eyes to the sky You end up looking down your nose just to look me in the eye I see you handing out a pocket sized version of ten rules Just over the property line of your high school You're filling a dark room with hopes that no one will see To turn on a light you have to get up off your knees So get up off your knees You always bring me down From Letras Mania