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Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? |
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The game is over, |
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Over, Over. |
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No good times, no bad times, |
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There's no times at all, |
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Just The New York Times, |
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Sitting on the windowsill |
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Near the flowers. |
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We might as well be apart. |
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It hardly matters, |
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We sleep separately. |
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And drop a smile passing in the hall |
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But there's no laughs left ' |
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Cause we laughed them all. |
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And we laughed them all |
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In a very short time. Time |
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Is tapping on my forehead, |
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Hanging from my mirror, |
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Rattling the teacups, |
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And I wonder, |
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How long can |
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I delay? We're just a habit |
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Like saccharin. |
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And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue. |
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But each time |
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I try on The thought of leaving you, |
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I stop... |
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I stop and think it over |
