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Bettie Serveert |
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You've changed |
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You moved away from around the corner |
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with somebody new |
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Now they say you're up and coming |
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but I'm not sure what it is you do |
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Last year, from A to Z, was a |
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far cry from pain |
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But anyone hear could've warned me how long |
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it should've stayed the same |
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it could've stayed the same |
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You've changed, so have I |
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but anyway I tried to stay |
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and now I wonder why |
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You've changed, so have I |
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our independent ways of life |
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just never seemed to apply |
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And from now on, we'll carry on |
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but remember this: |
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we're writing our names in the lifes of the ones we miss |
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It's funny how we use our pitty |
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and replace it with joy |
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You should've been there with me in New York City, you could've filled the void |
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But now, you try to get back at me |
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with that same feeble stare |
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You say: Your life is just some stupid story |
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and no one really cares |
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'cause no one really cares |
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that you've changed, well so have I |
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but anyway I tried to stay |
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and now I wonder why |
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You've changed, so have I |
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our independent ways of life |
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just never seemed to apply |
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And Holy Mary, Mother of God |
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forgive our sins |
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We never know what it is we've got |
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until the cold city wind blows it all in your face |
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with a humbling disgrace |
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Oh, how do you deal with a story like this? |
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Oh, how do you deal with a story like this? |
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Oh, how do you deal with a story like this? |
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We're writing our names in the lifes of the ones we miss |
