He always gets so mad things you laugh at.
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"Don't get so worked up" you'd say. But on the
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Back deck you admit that you haven't felt much
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Like laughing lately anyway. And so I say, "that
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Could change."
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I noticed how you waste no time making your way
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Across the room. You leave a wake of tongues
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Still waving after you. And it isn't no coincidence
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Where you finally choose to stand. I guess soon
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You will be leaving your man.
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It's a sweet smile and then a denial. Hey, you
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Are just trying to be nice. But there is a meaning
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To every fleeting action you unconsciously
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Decide. The clocks they chime. Now it's time.
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I know you try and play it cool but there are
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Some thoughts you just can't hide. Only in your
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Closest friends do you confide. The way you say
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You'll be seeing me, oh like it's so offhand. I
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Guess soon you will be leaving your man.
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You stare at me so boldly now. You have no lack
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Of confidence. It's just those lessons on sublety
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You missed. I know you dream of saving me
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Like I'm some plane that you could land. But
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When you fly you'll be leaving your man.
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Soon You Will Be Leaving Your Man
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| Bright Eyes |
