Music & Lyrics: Charlie RecksieckGoing round, all over town, the things that you say
A game of telephone gets worse every day
Gets contorted and distorted, this verbal attack
I shouldn't even worry, what goes on behind my back
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I do my best to forget it
It's gonna drive me crazy if I let it
It just hit me without warning
Maybe I'll feel different in the morning
It's in print, no you didn't, didn't really say that?
Miscommunication, couldn't be that bad?
My thin skin, let's you in a little too much
Would you say that to me, if we kept in touch
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