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Every time that you shout from across the street |
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Never comes out a sound, just the way you look at me |
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What have you heard about me |
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From those kids I always see you hangin' out with |
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What kind of gossip and calculations |
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We've got something to hide on my side of town |
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No it's no real surprise, but word gets around |
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I don't know what you heard about me |
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From those kids I always see you hangin' out with |
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Their only outlet: indignation |
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When they call up your house you're nowhere to be found |
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Say you're not coming out, but you'll still come around |
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I know you're no good with secrets |
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You always seem to forget just what the point is |
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I hear the words slip out of your lips |
