| You can take back all your secrets
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| We’ll divide up all the lies
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| Keep all the pictures in their frames
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| Cut me out, yeah I’ll be fine
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| Tell the neighbours all my feelings
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| Go on and give away all my pride
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| It’s hard to laugh and cry, live and die every night
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| Keep your rolodex of friends
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| And all the remnants can be mind
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| I guess there’ll be no happy endings
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| When once upon is doing time
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| There’s a different kind of meaning now
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| To living on a prayer
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| Some don’t seem to notice
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| And the rest don’t seem to care
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| I tell myself I (feel no pain)
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| But I’m feeling the pain (walk away)
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| Can’t walk away
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| I’m hanging on the ropes of hope
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| It’s getting hard to cope you know
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| When you’re the needle running
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| Through my veins
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| I’ve changed my name to novocaine
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| You put my favorite belongings in a box in the garage (let's get this straight)
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| You burned my favorite sweats from high school
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| Tried to sell my muscle car (that's not OK)
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| You’re mother’s gonna visit for a couple months this year
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| They say you do the crime, you do the time
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| It’s all so clear
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| Well things ain’t what they used to be
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| It’s a sleepless, self-help century
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| I’m up to here with Dr. Phil and the modern man in me
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| Novocaine |