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You haven't left your house in over a week |
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Tonight you're thinkin' of goin' out |
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To grab a couple drinks |
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But you don't wanna see them, no |
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They don't know who you are |
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They get a brief glimpse and then you shut it down |
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You know, you close your self off |
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Because they only know what's written in the magazines |
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They don't know your weaknesses or your dreams |
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But we wanna see you hangin' downtown again |
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Baby, we wanna know where you been |
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Now you wait for someone to call you |
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Just so you can not pick up |
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You know, it seems you've been missin' the phone calls |
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More than you've been missin' us |
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And I'll give you space and I can make a promise |
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When you finally grow up, I'll be long gone |
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And I was hopin' my friend, you'd come around |
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But I can't just stick around and wait for ever |
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I only know what's written in the magazines |
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I don't know your weaknesses, I don't know your dreams |
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I was kiddin' myself to think we were still friends |
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And maybe we have never been |
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Will you really do whatever it takes? |
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Or are you too set in your ways? |
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Could you stand up for yourself? |
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Come on, say it to my face |
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I don't wanna read another magazine |
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I've seen your weaknesses and dreamt your dreams |
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I've got some time to kill for you my friend |
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And you know I always will |
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I don't wanna read another magazine |
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I've seen your weaknesses and dreamt your dreams |
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I've got some time to kill for you my friend |
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And you know I always will |