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And you don't talk to anyone, and you won't look at anyone but her
And I don't think she's listening, I doubt she remembers your name
And you say, when will she notice me?
And you feel like you're gonna break
And you say, when will she notice me?
And it feels like a hand grenade
Man I'll never understand, everyone's living in the past
Instead of forgetting her, you're always kissing her ass
And you say, when will she notice me?
And you feel like you're gonna break
And you say, when will she notice me?
And it feels like a hand grenade
I know that there's not much to say, so I'll look stupid anyway
And you don't talk to anyone, and you won't look at anyone but her
And I don't think she's listening, but you still play that game
But I think the best way of moving on is to attack
'Cause she's just a hand grenade
So pull out the bit and throw it back
And you say, when will she notice me?
And you feel like you're gonna break
And you say, when will she notice me?
And it feels like a hand grenade
Like a hand grenade
I know that there's not much to say, so I'll look stupid anyway
Like a hand grenade
Like a hand grenade, a hand grenade
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