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So I walk a little too fast and |
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I drive a little too fast |
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And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do |
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At the end of a love affair? |
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So I talk a little too much and |
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I laugh a little too much |
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And my voice is too loud when |
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I'm out in a crowd |
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So that people are apt to stare |
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Do they know, do they care, that it's only that |
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I'm lonely |
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And low as can be? |
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And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all |
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So I smoke a little too much and |
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I drink a little too much |
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And the tunes |
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I request, aren't always the best |
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But the ones where the trumpets blare |
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So I go at a maddening pace, and |
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I pretend that it's taking his place |
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But what else can you do |
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At the end of a love affair? |
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Do they know, do they care, that it's only that |
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I'm lonely |
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And low as can be? |
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And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all |
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So I smoke a little too much and |
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I drink a little too much |
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And the tunes |
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I request aren't always the best |
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But the ones where the trumpets blare |
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So I go at a maddening pace, and |
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I pretend that it's taking his place |
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But what else can you do |
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At the end of a love affair? |