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Here you go again
Loving somebody you should not be loving
Here you go again
Fucking around and doing the dumb thing
But it's like you ain't actually there in the bed
Cuz you're writing it all down inside your head
As the rhythm begets a rhythm and a melody
And the writing of the song begets the ecstasy
And it's an out of body experience
It's like you're watching what you're doing from a distance
And the distance should make you aware
But you don't care
That you're doing wrong
And it is happening right in front of you
And you're huffing and you're puffing as you're pumping
But you're looking at it from the other side of the room
With the distance of an artist, doing the dumb thing
And your heart is racing, you're out of breath
As the double-backed beast dies a little death
But the death begets a life in your new creation
So you're actually getting off on your little art installation
And it's an out of body experience
It's like you're watching what you're doing from a distance
You'd think an artist would be more self-aware
But you only care
About the song
I guess the album really needed one more slow song
One more honest recounting of your pain
One more confessional to grow on
So here you go again
Getting all solemn
Aware yet unaware
That you're the problem
Cha cha cha
Yeah, here you go again
Loving somebody you should not be loving
Here you go again
Reveling in doing the dumb thing
You are reveling in the stuff of doing the dumb thing
You can't get enough of doing the dumb thing
You are writing a song while doing the dumb thing
You are getting it all wrong while doing the dumb thing
You are numb to the pain and doing the dumb thing
You are humping out your brains, and doing the dumb thing
You're fucking around again
Doing the dumb thing
Dummy