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I look at your face and I see it's red |
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You got a lot on your plate that is in your head |
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You think that money's ok but it ought to grow on trees |
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And when I say why don't you plant a coin |
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You say I'm being sarcastic and that you're goin' |
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See how a silly remark can cause a lot of tears |
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And people don't know what we're going through |
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They think if nothing is right it can't be true |
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They have an image of us that only they can see |
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The way things used to be |
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I look at your heart and I see it's gone |
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There's nothing beating Inside not even a drum |
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It doesn't matter I dare-say as long as you can breathe |
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And when I say is that beef wellington |
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You say I've told you goddamnit bourgignon |
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See how a silly mistake can cause a lot of grief |
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And like It or not it's a sad affair |
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We never talk anymore go out anywhere |
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It's like a different world to the one of you and me |
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The way things used to be |
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The way things used to be |
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Not so long ago |
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When we were young and free |
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The way things used to be |
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Not so long ago |
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You were loving me |
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Every night and every day strong in every way |
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Passion glowing like a fire burning with desire |
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Whatever happened |
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I look at your face and I see it's long |
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You've got one hell of a cheek saying nothing's wrong |
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You think I like it when friends are reluctant to appear |
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And when I say why don't you tell me straight |
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You say I'm losing my temper and that you hate |
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See how an over-reaction causes so much fear |
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And when I get home after being away |
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You know I've only one thought for the coming day |
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I wish that in between fighting we could stop and see |
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The way things used to be |
