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In your new leather jacket you're somebody else |
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And it's not nice to meet you in a fortress of self |
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Thanks to your new leather jacket we're nobodies now |
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Pack of cigarettes, I empty out |
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I miss the way we talked before you went away to school |
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Now all you seem to say is "baby, how could it be you?" |
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I hate the way you're leaning, and you're looking at your phone |
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I hate the way I feel like dying when I'm all alone |
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In your new leather jacket you're somebody else |
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And it's not nice to meet you in a fortress of self |
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Thanks to your new leather jacket we're nobodies now |
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Pack of cigarettes, I empty out |
