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I'm always in a mood, no matter what you do.
And you're always somewhere else, far away from me.
I'm always breaking down, and you're not holding on.
And you're always backing out, when my love runs dry.

But I don't know what it's like to be you.
I don't know how it feels.
I don't know how the pressure eats you,
I'm blaming it on you.

No, I don't know what it's like to be you.
I don't know how it feels.
But when did life get so complicated?
I'm blaming it on you.
And we take it out on eachother.