| I was in love but that was yesterday
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| Now I’m in pain and it’s here to stay
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| I was the bird that buzzed the bees and stole the honey
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| The ones that you want they’re the ones that get away
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| The ones that you need never wanted to stay
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| And there’ll remain those few in-between ones
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| They are susceptible
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| Wide-eyed and open-mouthed
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| You look a little lost and found
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| You look a little
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| Wide-eyed and open-mouthed
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| You look a little lost and found
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| You look a little
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| You look a little
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| You look a little
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| You look a little
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| I was in love but that was yesterday
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| Now I’m in pain and it’s here to stay
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| I was the bird that buzzed the bees and stole the honey
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| I was aloof but still this fire’s out
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| Even in spurts, seen it all before
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| We get it on if only to find out
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| Why we’re unsuitable
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| Wide-eyed and open-mouthed
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| You look a little lost and found
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| You look a little
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| Wide-eyed and open-mouthed
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| You look a little lost and found
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| You look a little
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| You look a little
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| Wide-eyed and open-mouthed
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| You look a little lost and found
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| You look a little
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| Wide-eyed and open-mouthed
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| You look a little lost and found
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| You look a little
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| You look a little
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| You look a little
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| You look a little
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| I was in love
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| Now I’m in pain
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| I was the bird that buzzed the bees and stole the honey |