| You’re out there with friends
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| Going club to club
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| I see you almost every night
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| I watch you dance every every dance
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| Men lined up left and right
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| I hear you telling stories
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| 'Bout your habits and your lies
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| You paint a pretty picture
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| Deception’s quite an art
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| Just one look in your party face
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| And I can see a broken heart
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| I can see a broken heart
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| You wear your smile
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| Just a little too tight
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| Flirt too much with the band
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| You laugh and sing just a little too loud
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| Like a woman who’s just lost her man
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| You’re act is quite convincing
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| But loneliness leaves clues
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| You paint a pretty picture
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| Deception’s quite an art
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| Just one look in your party face
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| And I can see a broken heart
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| I can see a broken heart
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| I can see a thousand heartaches
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| Hidden in your spell
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| And the hurt behind the sad blue eyes
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| I’ve been there
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| I’ve had my own high times
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| Yes I’ve had my falls
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| I can hear a lot of words
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| But that picture says it all
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| You paint a pretty picture
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| Deception’s quite an art
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| Just one look in your party face
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| I can see a broken heart
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| You paint a pretty picture
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| Deception’s quite an art
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| All I can see in your party face
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| I can see your broken heart
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| Ain’t nothing but a party babe
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| Mmmm
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| You got your men lined up left and right
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| Hey
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| I hear you telling stories about your happy life
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| Hey hey hey
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| I can see your broken heart |