| Can we carry on
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| Or must we still pretend
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| That we’re really friends
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| Those feelings have gone
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| But we’re not the same
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| And we’re both to blame
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| There’s nothing left to tell you
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| Nothing left to give you
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| You walk out when I walk in
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| Can’t you see the state I’m in
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| You walk out when I walk in
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| You walk out when I walk in
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| Can’t you see the state I’m in
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| Can’t you see the state I’m in
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| Now the time has come
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| To leave the past behind
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| And I’ve made up my mind
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| Look at what we’ve done
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| Who needs to be ashamed
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| Of the crying game
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| I’ve built my world around you
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| I’m better off without you
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| You walk out when I walk in
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| Can’t you see the state I’m in
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| You walk out when I walk in
|
| You walk out when I walk in
|
| Can’t you see the state I’m in
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| Can’t you see the state I’m in
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| There’s nothing left to tell you
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| Nothing left to give you
|
| You walk out when I walk in
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| Can’t you see the state I’m in
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| You walk out when I walk in
|
| You walk out when I walk in
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| Can’t you see the state I’m in
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| Can’t you see the state I’m in |