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run yr fingers through yr hair, let's pick up from where we left off |
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call all your friends, announce the new victory |
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once u were sweet to me-- knock it off |
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the music doesn't move you, doesn't soothe you, doesn't prove youre worth a dime |
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you work round the clock, watch it tick and tock, but this isn't your time |
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move over son, it's my turn to shine |
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was there ever a moment, one small slice in history when i took you seriously? |
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when your belt and your shoes did not announce your poor taste so fearlessly? |
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cause that's news to me. |
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and u can forget it, i get it, i just dont let it get to me |
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i regret to inform i do not fret or mourn the way things used to be |
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it's all in the past now, it's all gone |
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and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run |
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youd rather run . . . away |
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the songs he writes are for "dad" the true love lost 'fore he ever had |
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if stories begun "if father loved son" we wouldn't be feelin so bad |
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but doesn't everyone? |
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and it's not that i hate you i never loved u enough to hate you |
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to get even or mad so as not to seem sad just seems ungrateful |
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cause really i am thankful im sad |
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maybe we're the same unabashed and unashamed then again i dunno where u came from |
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you keep carvin out names - first jamie then james and i cant keep up to restrain u |
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how come? |
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we two came together for worst and for better it's true |
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and the weather is clever but she's not the only one getting over you |
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. . . it's me too |
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and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run |
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youd rather run away |
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my god, it's no fun to watch u play dumb with yr ugly hand on her thigh |
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and she's nervous too but politeness eschews the impulse to finger deny |
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plus yr girlfriends a spy |
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and what would she think to look up from her drink and find you |
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in your sad little vest tryin hard to undress the girls you sat down next to |
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shell think nothing-- she'll be thinking of u |
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im glad i dont know the places you go, im glad for u and for them |
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let's be discreet if we are to meet on Ludlow ever again |
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dont mention Ben |
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it's funny what u miss, it's funny what u don't |
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ive thought it all through, the potential to fondly reminisce is this: |
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i wont |
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and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run |
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youd rather run away |
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don't say we got along, that's remarkably wrong, it doesn't suggest or imply |
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the thing about us u dont dare discuss |
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we never got along famously we just tried |
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i tried to be good, i tried to be gracious and kind |
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but working with u has done nothing but prove a total waste of time |
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cause the real curse is yr mind |
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sometimes at night i stare at the ceiling and wonder what's wrong with me |
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to involve myself with people who don't know what my |
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true feeling might possibly be |
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who latch onto my strength like it's all they've got |
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it takes all of my strengths and i go through such lengths to show them it is not |
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what they think they are stealing |
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and the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run |
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youd rather run away |
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yes, the only way into the sun is walking, but youd rather run |
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youd rather run . . . away |
