So, the way that these things go
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Often finds me singing in my pillow
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And the way that these things are
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Often finds me crying in the car
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And my love, it is as wide
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As my jealousy is bitter and cruel
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But it feels like someone died
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You are still pretending you're not telling any lies
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And I am still pretending I believe you
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But this is just a business, and I don't feel any pain
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Just as long as no one says your name
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And all the years of being broke
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And all the spit and all the smoke
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And all the fucking, all the drugs
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All the love was not enough
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You take my guts, I'll take the car
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Welcome, stranger, here you are
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Never seen your face before now
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Welcome, stranger
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Nice to meet you
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You are still pretending you're not telling any lies
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And I am still pretending I believe you
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But this is just a business; no, I don't feel any pain
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Just as long as no one says your name
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Just as long as no one...
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Welcome Stranger
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