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Half Italian (What's Left You)
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The Present What’s left you playing life like this
Hugging ‘em and leaving ‘em
Pretending you’re loving ‘em and needing em’
While the whole game is just played for consolation
Hedonistic prize is the only relation you tend to carry
But I know you’re really wanting more
Half Italian
You can take your pick on the other
But I seem to find
The other half’s waiting to be defined
When you finally find someone you can’t have
You tend to say with inevitable haste
“I’m gonna leave my toothbrush at your place”
And it gets me thinking
“Do I really want this at this point in my life?”
But then you turn to me with that look in your eyes
And I know I don’t want to fight my mind tonight
This isn’t love
This isn’t love
Just a crush that surely won’t last
Half Italian
You can take your pick on the other
But I seem to find
The other half’s waiting to be defined
When you finally find someone you can’t have
And as long as we’re both here tonight
In the same state of mind
We shouldn’t waste what we’ve got
This isn’t love
I know this isn’t love
It’s just a strong childhood crush
That will surely last through the rest of the night
When you finally find someone you can’t have
Then you can tell me that it doesn’t hurt
