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There's a clue |
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And it leads me to questioning |
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What a fool I have been |
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And I've let you in |
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So let's take some pills |
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To remind ourselves of the time |
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It's a cruel, cruel, world |
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You're a cruel, cruel, girl |
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But sublime |
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And I never thought I'd see the day |
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You'd blow the cobwebs away |
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Remember when you were my friend |
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We'd walk to the beat of your drum |
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To stop ourselves from falling down |
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From falling down |
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There's a sign |
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And it leads me to wondering |
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What life |
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Would have been in you'd let me in |
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And those teenage thrills |
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Helped us find ourselves at the time |
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But it's far too late to correct mistakes |
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So it's fine |
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And I never thought I'd see the day |
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You'd blow the cobwebs away |
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Remember when you were my friend |
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We'd walk to the beat of your drum |
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To stop ourselves from falling down |
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From falling down |
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So let's raise a glass |
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With my high school class the last time |
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It's a cruel, cruel, world |
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You're a cruel, cruel girl |
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But you're mine |
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And I never thought I'd see the day |
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I'd blow all of you away |
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Remember when you were my friend |
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We'd walk to the beat of your drum |
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To stop ourselves from falling down |
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From falling down |
