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Long ago, I woke up early |
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For a job I used to love |
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But then, one Saturday morning |
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My boss gave me the shove |
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He made it clear that |
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I was not needed any more |
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He'd had to hire in some other guy |
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While we were away on tour |
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But a few words in his defense |
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There was no bullshit pretense |
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And it made perfect business sense |
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So he sent me away |
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And I wanted to say |
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"OK. Good luck. |
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I hope I never see you again. |
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Good luck. Yeah." |
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There was this girl I slept with |
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She got inside my head |
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And when I say 'slept' |
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I don't mean just sex |
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I mean we shared a bed |
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I thought that we were married |
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I thought we'd be OK |
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But then she made it clear that |
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She didn't feel that way |
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She said "It was lovely at the start |
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But there's a space inside my heart |
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And I think we have grown apart |
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So go take a hike..." |
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Man I was just like |
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"All right. Good luck. |
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I hope I never see you again |
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'Cos if this is goodbye |
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Good luck. Good luck. |
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I hope I never see you again |
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'Cos if this is goodbye |
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I hope that you die" |
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'Cos if you hurt me |
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I will hate you |
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It's just as simple as that |
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It's not mature |
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And it's not progressive |
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But that doesn't alter the fact |
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That if you hurt me, I will hate you |
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If you hurt me, I will erase you |
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If you hurt me, I will hate you |
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If you hurt me, I will forget you |
