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Verse
My friends tell me that I'm a bit much
Asking me why I always gotta be in love
But filtering my feelings only ever seems to be complicating things
I, I'm way too forward
But I don't want you in doses
No sign, no sign of slowing
I should hold back, but where's the fun in that?
Chorus
I don't think I'll do too well
Well with moderation, well with moderation
I try to control myself, but I lack the patience
Can't seem to slow the pacing
The way I self-sabotage, I got it down to an art
I should hold back, but where's the fun in that?
I don't think I'll do too well
Well with moderation, well with moderation
Post-Chorus
Too well, I
Do too well, I
Too well, I
Well with moderation
Chorus
I don't think I'll do too well
Well with modеration, well with moderation
I try to control myself, but I lack thе patience
Can't seem to slow the pacing
The way I self-sabotage, I got it down to an art
I should hold back, but where's the fun in that?
I don't think I'll do too well
Well with moderation, well with moderation
Post-Chorus
Too well, I
Do too well, I
Too well, I
Do too well
Chorus
I don't think I'll do too well
Well with moderation, well with moderation
I try to control myself, but I lack the patience
Can't seem to slow the pacing
The way I self-sabotage, I got it down to an art
I should hold back, but where's the fun in that?
I don't think I'll do too well
Well with moderation, well with moderation
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