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It's alright to tell me what you think about me |
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I won't try to argue or hold it against you |
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I know that you're leaving you must have your reasons |
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The season is calling your pictures are falling down the steps |
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That I retrace the sad look on your face |
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The timing and structure did you hear he fucked her |
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A day late a buck short I'm writing |
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the report on losing and failing |
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When I move I'm flailing |
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Now and it'll happen once again |
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I'll turn to a friend |
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Someone that understands sees through the master plan |
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But everybody's gone and I've been here for too long |
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To face this on my own well |
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I guess this is growing up |
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And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview |
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You'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy |
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And I'll smile and you'll wave |
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We'll pretend it's okay |
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The charade it won't last when he's gone I won't come back |
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And it'll happen once again |
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You'll turn to a friend |
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Someone that understands |
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Sees through the master plan |
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But everybody's gone |
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And you've been there for too long |
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To face this on your own well |
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I guess this is growing up |