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Guys Like You Make Us Look BadYou scream don't look,you scream don't touch What have they done? What have I not? And every time I think about your voice Start to tremble, and my throats aching And anytime you need a shoulder, I'm right here You've just gotta find a way. She sits alone, tries to adjust She cries please let me go I won't tell anyone You scream don't look, please god don't touch You scream don't look, you scream don't touch What have they done? What have I not? And every time I think about your voice Start to tremble, and my throats aching And anytime you need a shoulder, I'm right here You've just gotta find a way. Oh god please help us, get her out of this Oh god please help us, get her out of this |