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You say it's all in my head And the things I think Just don't make sense So where you been then Don't go all coy Don't turn it round on me Like it's my fault See I can see That look in your eyes The one that shoots me Each and every time You grace me With your cold shoulder Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You shower me with words Made of knives Whenever you look at me I wish I was her These days when I see you You make it look Like see through Do tell me why You waste our time When your heart Ain't admitting You're not satisfied You know I know Just how you feel I'm starting to find myself Feeling that way too When you grace me With your cold shoulder Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You shower me with words Made of knives Whenever you look at me I wish I was her Time and time again I play the role of fool Even in the daylight When you Try to look for things I hear Though I do know how you play you grace me With your cold shoulder Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You shower me with words Made of knives Whenever you look at me I wish I was her you grace me With your cold shoulder Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You shower me with words Made of knives Whenever you look at me I wish I was her