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The Old Stuff Pull me in,
Then push me away.
Like a little swing,
You just want to play.
It�s not a game to me;
It�s a fight.
A fight for your love.
Stop flying me like a kite.
I told you a million times how I feel,
But won�t you tell me the same?
Anything at all?
Even if you hate me, you�re not to blame.
