| To all those listening, this is my story
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| About a confused girl and a boy that’s boring
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| Silly how look can be, stupid and awkward
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| But you leaving can’t make things much better
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| So she’ll run away from the problems
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| She knows distance can’t make hearts fonder
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| Five more days and counting before you start packing
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| Can you give me three good reasons why we can’t get back to square one
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| «It's ok,"you'll tell me to my face, stop lying
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| Every three or four tries
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| And now five days are gone
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| I’ve got a recipe, it’s for disaster
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| Because that’s all I see in my near future
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| She’s got the blond hair, but not the blue eyes
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| I’ve got the right girl, but at the wrong time
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| I’ve seen better days, maybe even weeks
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| When I think of you, you’re thinking of me Five more days and counting before you start packing
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| Can you give me three good reasons why we can’t get back to square one
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| «It's ok,"you'll tell me to my face, stop lying
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| Every three or four tries
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| And now five days are gone
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| And you said you’d always come back
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| So where are you now?
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| I’m not ready for the letdown
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| Will you be right back?
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| And you said you’d always come back
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| So where are you now?
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| I’m not ready for the letdown
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| Will you be right back?
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| I’ve seen better days, maybe even weeks
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| When I think of you, you’re thinking of me Five more days and counting before you start packing
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| Can you give me three good reasons why we can’t get back to square one
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| «It's ok,"you'll tell me to my face, stop lying
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| Every three or four tries
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| And now five days are gone |