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Knocked on your door, early one night |
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You barely opened enough for the light |
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Through a mirror I could see all my things |
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Stacked just out of sight |
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I thought it strange, but you said anyway |
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Let's take a walk, I have something to say |
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It was out under a lot, on a bench |
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Down in the park |
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I'm a con man, comes out with the press |
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Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore |
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You showed me a list of my things by your door |
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You will find some school paper of mine |
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I see your light and pen on your side |
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A list of all my pros and cons |
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That you see |
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The saddest things is that I can't disagree |
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What I'm missing I couldn't see |
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You said it's done, ? goes out three |
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I'm a con man, comes out with the press |
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Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore |
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You showed me a list of my things by your door |
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The wind blows cold as you weep |
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Softly explain I'm not what you need |
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I can tell you why I disagree |
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Oh, love is gone, but it's not up with me |
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I'm a con man, comes out with the press |
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Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore |
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You showed me a list of my things by your door |
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I'm a con man, comes out with the press |
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Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore |
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You showed me a list of my things by your door |
