| There’s thieves among us, painting the walls
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| With all kinds of lies, and lies I never told at all
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| What’s in my pocket, you never knew
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| You didn’t know me well so well as I knew you
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| And I know and you know too
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| A love like ours is terrible news
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| But that won’t stop me crying
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| No that won’t stop me crying over you
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| I’m not a prophet
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| Old love is in me
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| New love just seeps right in And it makes me guilty
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| Why do you look like that?
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| It’s not all that bad
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| I’ll see you sometime
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| Sometimes lonely isn’t sad
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| And I know and you know too
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| A love like ours is terrible news
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| But that won’t stop me crying
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| No that won’t stop me crying over you
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| No that won’t stop me crying over you
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| We two are makers just made this mess
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| Two broken hearts don’t beat any less
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| There’s thieves among us, painting the walls
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| With all kinds of lies, and lies I never told at all
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| And I know and you know too
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| A love like ours is terrible news
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| But that won’t stop me crying
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| No that won’t stop me crying over you
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| No that won’t stop me crying over you
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| No that won’t stop me crying over you, you, you |