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I got a pocket but it won't be full in a long time. |
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I got a locket but the photo's missing, |
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Cause nobody's listening at all. |
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I get my hopes up, |
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Full of what I think is love, |
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And when it blows up, |
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I jump on the band wagon, |
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With all the pretenders, |
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Wait a second |
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You can call it aches and pains and games, |
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The fire and the rain, |
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You can't explain, |
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So you can call it anything, |
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Call it what you like, |
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But don't call it love when it's really life |
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I'm not saying I don't believe in fairies, |
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I've seen them fly around a couple times, |
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But I don't like to label things like jars of jam, |
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Cause when I get to taste these things it's never what I planned, |
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And I won't be a pretender, |
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Wait a second |
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You can call it aches and pains and games, |
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The fire and the rain, |
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You can't explain, |
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So you can call it anything, |
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Call it what you like, |
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But don't call it love when it's really life |
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I don't wanna be rude to myself, |
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Stop leading me on, |
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Rude to myself, |
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If I don't try to be right can't be wrong, |
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I just wanna be true to myself, |
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And take the day as it comes, |
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True to myself, |
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I know I'm not the only one, |
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I know I'm no the only one |
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You can call it aches and pains and games, |
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The fire and the rain, |
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You can't explain, |
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So you can call it anything, |
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Call it what you like, |
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But don't call it love when it's really life |
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Don't call it love when it's really life |
