Did somebody try to catch your eye
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And almost change your sad expression?
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Did somebody's hand linger too long?
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Must I now make my confession?
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But you'll never know what suspicion is until you lie awake
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And every night you ask yourself, "What am I to do?"
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Can it be so hard to calculate?
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When three goes into two, there's nothing left over
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How's it gonna feel?
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This time it's real
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It's not a temporary fracture
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This is what you get
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The stage is set for you and your attempted rapture
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Is he gonna smile that indulgent smile when you come running home?
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And every night you ask yourself, "What am I to do?"
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Can it be so hard to calculate?
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When three goes into two, there's nothing left over
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What am I gonna do?
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I look at you
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You seem to be so long past caring
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Did somebody say we can still be friends?
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Only to find out that it's a joke
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So ask yourself
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Can it be so hard to calculate?
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When three goes into two, there's nothing left over
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The Long Division
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Burt Bacharach |