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On balance I'd take
Another emotional crisis
Over your slow pulse rate
I'm picking up more nervous tics
You're staying inside, playing dead
And every time my dog barks
It's a bomb dropping overhead
You control your breathing but you
Can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me, no
More graphic nightmares
And I could make that better
But you won't let me, don't dare
So, on balance I'd say
This type of ultra coldness
Is the worst kind I've shared
I'm picking up more nervous tics
You're staying inside, playing dead
So, all this longwave silence
Can we please put it to bed?
You control your heartbeat but you
Can't shut down
Can't shut down
Can't shut down
Can't shut down
You control your breathing but you
Can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me
Can't control what you're feeling for me, no