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I will pass by your house and not look |
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I won't pick up the phone |
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I'll read a book |
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I will put your pictures in a wooden box |
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I will find a heart next time |
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With fewer locks |
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I can let you go |
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I can let you go |
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But I can lie as well |
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Ask your friends how you doing |
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They say you're doing well |
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But you can lie as well |
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So well |
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I won't feel the rush of you under my skin |
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My poor brain will hear your voice |
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I'm not tuning in |
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Too soon to know the first thing I'll forget |
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I can let this go |
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Just not, your memory yet |
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I can let you go |
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I can let you go |
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But I can lie as well |
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Ask myself how you doing |
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You say you're doing well |
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But you can lie as well |
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So well |
