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You put the words into my mouth
You think that you're special
and it makes you proud
We can't get along but at least we
can try to go on with our lives
without hurting each other

Release me, I never asked
for the leading role in your scheme
'Cause baby, you're making
friends for yourself and enemies for me

You're still saying that you're a part of my life
and that won't change till the day you die
Baby, you're right but the tables have turned
Now the blessing has turned into a curse


I never knew that a beautiful smile
could turn into a grin
in a blink of an eye
It's not even the case of your word against mine
when you won't let me speak my mind

Traffic Island - Words in my mouth