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I hear people talk |
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They say it's a shame |
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All your old friends call |
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They say you're lost again |
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But I know how people like to talk |
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They just sit around all night |
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And make stuff up |
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Nothing better to do |
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Than talk about broken hearts |
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And all the things that were said |
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The things that aren't |
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The sadness and the sympathy |
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The love affairs |
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The enemies |
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The promises and deceits |
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Beauty and your cruelty |
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You made it all look so easy |
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Like you never had to try |
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Some might call this envy |
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Some like to see you fall |
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Once and a while |
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But I know how people like to talk |
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They just sit around all night |
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And make stuff up |
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Nothing better to do |
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Than talk about broken hearts |
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And all the things that were said |
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The things that aren't |
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The sadness and the sympathy |
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The love affairs the enemies |
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The promises and deceits |
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Your beauty and your cruelty |
