Say you see through the folly
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But you do it for the fame
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And I'm fighting the jetstream
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Drinking cheap wine on airplanes
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You're in L.A. not Chicago
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Key under mat
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I walk the dog, order in
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Home alone
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Found your letter on a full-moon Sunday night
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Some other girl in your spell, casting plans for her life
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Pour the vodka and it dulls sharp lies
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Breathe the words of diamonds on rings
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And you didn't mean to do it
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So I don't have to believe it
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If you didn't really mean it
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Magical thinking gets us by
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Sing for the aftershow
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Those candy-colored lips
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Your age is showing and you've gotta harder for it
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It's always easier with freshmen
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I'm not as clever, it should bring you to life
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And you didn't mean to do it
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So I don't have to believe it
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If you didn't really mean it
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Magical thinking gets us by
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My fairweather friend
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Fairweather friend
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Live for the folly, but you did it for the fame
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Now you're fragile as porcelain
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Drinking cheap wine on airplanes
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Did I ever leave Chicago?
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I got your message
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Glad you're doing well
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And you didn't mean to do it
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So I don't have to believe it
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If we didn't really mean it
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Magical thinking gets us by
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Gets us by
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Gets us by
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Say you see through the folly
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But you did it for the fame
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Say you see through the folly
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But you did it for the fame
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Say you see through the folly
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But you did it for the fame
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Say you see through the folly
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But you did it for the fame
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My fairweather friend
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Fairweather Friends
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| Vanessa Carlton |
