So you say you are sick of love
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Got a mind to give the damn thing up
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Got a housefull of stuff your lovers left
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Gonna take a bus to the city dump with it
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So you want to throw away the old you
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But the old you's old enough to know
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It won't make it better
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Sick of being a loser, so you say
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Gonna go out and choose a new personality
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Ain't gonna look at her pictures, lie awake all night
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You're gonna dazzle the future with your inner light
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So you want to throw away the old you
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But the old you's old enough to know
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It won't make it better
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I've set out on that mission too
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A little revolution to forget her
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Trying to make it better
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Won't Make It Better
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| Del Amitri |
