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Written by: Donnelly, Swift, Jennings, Maxted (© 1999 SOCAN) Lyrics What's that phrase about pulling teeth? It kind of rang true, but it wasn't quite you. There's something there in the back of my mind, It's a little unclear and a little unkind... CHORUS I don't mean to be mean, I'm not Trying to be cruel But trying to talk to you is like Getting a tetanus shot I fancy myself a bit of comedian I laughed so hard I drove across the median I amuse myself, it doesn't work around you I'm one of a pack: idiots surround you Putting up with my shit, holding your breath I guess it just hasn't hit me yet CHORUS I don't need you at all I don't want you to fall Rest your head against the wall Should I stay? It's your call... Our lips once met across a crowded room I hoped I see some sort of reason soon Another wasted night in a crowded bar I'm not getting very far... CHORUS Story Every band has to have a song like this eventually. Think Learning to Fly (Tom Petty), Dyslexic Heart (Paul Westerberg), If I Could Talk (The Lemonheads). Simple and catchy. |
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