It's alright
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to tell me
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what you think
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about me
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I won't try
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to argue
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or hold it
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against you
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I know that
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you're leaving
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you must have
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your reasons
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The season
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is calling
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your pictures
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are falling down
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The steps that
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I retrace
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the sad look
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on your face
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The timing
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and structure
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did you hear
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he fucked her?
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A day late
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a buck short
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I'm writing
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the report
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On losing
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and failing
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when I move
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I'm flailing now
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And it's happened once again
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I'll turn to a friend
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Someone that understands
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Sees through the master plan
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But everybody's gone
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And I've been here for too long
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To face this on my own
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Well I guess this is growing up
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Well I guess this is growing up
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And maybe
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I'll see you
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at a movie
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sneak preview
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You'll show up
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and walk by
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on the arm
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of that guy
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And I'll smile
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and you'll wave
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we'll pretend
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it's okay
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The charade
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it won't last
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when he's gone
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I won't come back
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And it'll happen once again
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You'll turn to a friend
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Someone that understands
|
And sees through the master plan
|
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But everybody's gone
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And you've been there for too long
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To face this on your own
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Well I guess this is growing up
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Well, I guess this is growing up [4x]
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Well, I guess this is growing up
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Dammit
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Plus 44 |