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Yeah it's true |
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But only in part |
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Actions best forgotten of a desperate heart |
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And it hurts |
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This salt in the wound |
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But what compels them to spend their time bothering you |
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Don't let them touch you baby |
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Don't let them make you cry |
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Don't you waste your time |
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Trying to find the reason why |
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They will do what they must do |
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Yeah it's strange |
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That vicarious choir |
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Ever searching for a stage where they might sing higher |
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And they share |
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The generous souls |
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But nothing gets in the way of a story untold |
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It's not fair |
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The only intention's to hurt |
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Always there |
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The strategy's rumors and dirt |
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Don't let them touch you baby |
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Don't let them make you cry |
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Don't you waste your time |
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Trying to find the reason why |
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They will do what they must do |
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... |
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... |
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... |
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Hey hey |
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... half day to meddle with our lives |
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With private tears meant only for our eyes |
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Reactions haunt, be worthy of legend |
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Security maybe ... charms |
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It's not fair |
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The only intention's to hurt |
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Always there |
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The strategy's rumors and dirt |
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It's not fair |
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The only intention's to hurt |
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Always there |
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The strategy's rumors and dirt |
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It's not fair |
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Dirt |
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Always there |
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Dirt |
