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So guess I got old |
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I was like trash on the sidewalk |
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I guess I knew why |
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Often it's hard to just sweet talk |
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I was old news to you then |
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Old news, old news to you then |
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You, you were like glue |
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Holding each of us together |
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I slept through July |
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While you made lines in the heather |
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I was old news to you then |
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Old news, old news to you then |
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Fell for the ruse with you then |
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Old news, old news to you then |
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And I still see you when I try to sleep |
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I see the garden, the tower, the street |
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Call out to nobody, call out to me |
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Chip on the shoulder, the dime in the teeth |
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Now I can see how |
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We were like dust on the window |
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Not much, not a lot |
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Everything's stolen or borrowed |
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I was old news to you then |
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Old news, old news to you then |
