| I could tell you on the telephone
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| Or maybe face to face, if we were alone
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| Could write you a letter or a poem
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| But here’s a little song to bring it home
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| You dress like you’re 20 though you’re twice as old
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| You’re so smooth, I can’t get a hold
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| You’re on your phone like a kid in school
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| To read about what’s hip and cool
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| Now you know, now you know, yeah
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| Had it coming, woah-oh-oh
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| I can’t say, «I told you so», but
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| Now you know, now you know
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| I look at your face, do you smile or cry?
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| I look a little closer for a tear in your eye
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| Say, «How do you sleep when you turn out the light?»
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| Buy you a mirror, you can look at a lie
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| Now you know, now you know, yeah
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| Had it coming, woah-oh-oh
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| I can’t say, «I told you so», but
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| Now you know, now you know
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| I’m not saying I’m that much better
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| Oh, maybe we’re just not great together
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| But your sense of humour is under the weather
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| Don’t wear your jokes on a sweater
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| Now you know, now you know, yeah
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| Had it coming, woah-oh-oh
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| I can’t say, «I told you so», but
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| Now you know, now you know
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| Now you know, now you know, yeah
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| Had it coming, woah-oh-oh
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| I can’t say, «I told you so», but
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| Now you know, now you know
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey |