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When you work all weekend |
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You can't help but feel strange |
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By the time Monday shows up |
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Everything has changed |
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Out behind the schoolyard |
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To the sound of passing trains |
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When you found out about him |
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He's already too late |
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You see them muttering secrets to each other in crow |
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But they're not saying nothing you don't already know |
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The only thing that you can't stop thinking about |
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Is how everybody knew |
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Before you |
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When you smash the window in |
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The glass rolls off the car |
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When the next weekend washed up |
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You were still at the bar |
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You've been such a basket case |
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The drat boy broke your heart |
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And if he finds out you miss her |
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He'll tear you apart |
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Now I'm not saying you can't think for yourself |
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Or even that you should go find somebody else |
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But whether you ever get over them or not |
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They're still going on |
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Without you |
