| You can’t bystand all the people
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| Stand them on their own
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| They will fall to pieces
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| So we watch them grow
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| Into strange and pretty faces
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| I don’t know
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| Clutchin' to my lipstick traces
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| Watch them go
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| And make Mistake No. 3, yeah
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Make Mistake No. 3
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Make Mistake No. 3, yeah
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Make Mistake No. 3
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| It’s strange how much it changes
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| How they want to know
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| How cynical are people
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| That’s where children go
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| Dragged into a conversation
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| They can’t hold
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| It’s so sad but
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| It prepares them for the mold
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| And make Mistake No. 3, yeah
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Make Mistake No. 3
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Make Mistake No. 3, yeah
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| They make Mistake No. 3
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Why is my love
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| Like an ocean run dry?
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| And why is my love
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| Such a struggle with life?
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| You can’t bystand all the people
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| Stand them on their own
|
| They will fall into pieces
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| So we watch them grow
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| Make Mistake No. 3, yeah
|
| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Make Mistake No. 3
|
| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Make Mistake No. 3, yeah
|
| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Make Mistake No. 3
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Make a mistake
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| Make Mistake No. 3, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| That’s Mistake No. 3
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| Mistakes she make, mistakes she make
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| Mistakes make
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3)
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| (Ooh, Mistake No. 3) |