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I don't mean to sound like I wanna fight But the arguments I cause Make it sound like I might I've gotta prove my point I've gotta show ya how you're wrong Does the topic even matter? Why's my throat getting sore? Tonight I'm gonna touch your hand And take back every word I've said But not just yet, my hand is steaming, I'm busy making you believe me. I know. I treat you wrong. You call me out. I turn the argument around I'm stompin on shells Your splashing my face Cause my toes are too pointed To tiptoe on eggs. I know I'm right and argue on You get depressed and fall apart I make my point But you don't get it SongtexteYour busy telling me forget it I don't mean to sound like I wanna fight But if you'd see it my way We could both see it...right. Lemme say it one more time You'll agree with me this time We could both understand I'll just say it once more No, no, no, no, no, no I treat you wrong. You call me out I turn the argument around Blows up in my face And time turns slow I realize now You deserve way more. (Thanks to ER for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania