| People I don’t understand them
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| Never can and never could
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| The more I get to know them
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| The less I think I should
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| They don’t mean the things they say
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| Or say the things they mean
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| You got to try and find the message
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| Somewhere in between
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| But songs are such good things
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| They never change their tune
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| They fill up lonesome evenings
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| And empty afternoons
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| Songs make such easy friends
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| All you do is sing along
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| And you can’t stay a stranger to a song
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| Everyone seems to be moving
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| Moving up or moving on
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| Just when you try to touch them
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| That when you find they’re gone
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| We pass through each others lives
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| Then fade into the past
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| You just don’t know who to believe in
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| No one seems to last
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| But songs are such good things
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| They never change their tune
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| They fill up lonesome evenings
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| And empty afternoons |