| The older I am, the wiser I’m not
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| And I felt ashamed of how angry I got
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| I know I was not getting my message across
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| I know you can’t stand it when that’s how I talk
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| When I summon a duel or when I brandish a thought
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| I was wrong to turn honesty against you
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| And sure, some of them could use a good talk
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| But babe, don’t tell all our friends about me
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| Please, baby, don’t tell our friends about me
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| I could sleep on the couch, if you want me to
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| I can be a good dog and just sit with you
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| Do whatever it is that you ask me to do
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| Till you forgive me and I forgive you
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| Yeah, I know you got the beating, but I caught a few
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| Frankly, I don’t know what else I can confess to you
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| Lovers may quarrel and spar sometimes
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| But babe, don’t tell all our friends about me
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| Please, baby, don’t tell our friends about me
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| But please, baby, don’t tell our friends about me
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| You said you just needed some time to adjust
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| It’s been 48 hours and 3 weeks and 2 months
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| Hummingbirds hum and worker bees buzz
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| You put too much confidence in the people you trust
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| All the enemies and friends, they’ll all tend to judge
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| And I’ll write songs that’ll help me deal with issues
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| And sure, some people may hear too much
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| But babe, they don’t tell all our friends about us
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| You know it makes them talk too much
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| So please, baby, don’t tell all our friends about me
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| (All your friends aren’t my friends anymore)
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| Please, baby, don’t tell our friends about me
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| Yes, I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| I know I fucked up
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| But please, baby, don’t tell all our friends about me |