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People I don't understand them |
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Never can and never could |
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The more I get to know them |
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The less I think I should |
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They don't mean the things they say |
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Or say the things they mean |
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You got to try and find the message |
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Somewhere in between |
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But songs are such good things |
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They never change their tune |
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They fill up lonesome evenings |
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And empty afternoons |
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Songs make such easy friends |
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All you do is sing along |
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And you can't stay a stranger to a song |
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Everyone seems to be moving |
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Moving up or moving on |
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Just when you try to touch them |
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That when you find they're gone |
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We pass through each others lives |
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Then fade into the past |
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You just don't know who to believe in |
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No one seems to last |
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But songs are such good things |
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They never change their tune |
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They fill up lonesome evenings |
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And empty afternoons |
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Songs make such easy friends |
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All you do is sing along |
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And you can't stay a stranger to a song |
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Old songs |
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New songs |
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Bright songs |
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Blue songs |
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Sweet songs |
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Soul songs |
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The rock and roll songs |
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Songs are such easy friends |
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All you do is sing along |
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And you can't stay a stranger to a song |