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(r. furay) |
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There you was a-standin' with your feelings hurt |
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Who was to blame? oh no, it can't be you, |
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You're much too cool to scar your name. |
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Ah, what you did to me when i needed you, |
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A trick, then a smile; you hurt me; |
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When will you be through |
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You're just thinking of you |
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Who's your next fool? |
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Don't look now but turn around |
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And ask the mirror on the wall, |
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Why is it that i made it here; |
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You know i can't recall. |
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Don't be surprised if it just laughs back at you |
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For who could you kid when you know |
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You went to a rare school, |
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You made up your own rules |
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You're the next fool |
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There you was a-standin' with your feelings hurt |
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Who was to blame? oh no, it can't be you, |
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You're much too cool to scar your name. |
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Ah, what you did to me when i needed you, |
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A trick, then a smile; you hurt me; |
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When will you be through |
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You're just thinking of you |
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Who's your next fool? |
