| It’s midnight and I give up I’m tired of lying for you
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| I will not hold your hands and pretend I’m your lover
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| You must admit the turnouts have all been less than grand
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| There’s no more police escorts or the high school welcome bands
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| I’m no lie detector
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| He’s no bullshit talker
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| And we both know who knows
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| What should be known to all the onlookers
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| Now they’ve put away the kissing booths chapstick gossips truth
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| The only donkey that they’ll be riding boy is the one wearing your shoes
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| Know they’ve heard it through the walls of telephone operators
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| And I found out from someone else said it was your brother
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| I’m no lie detector
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| He’s no bullshit talker
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| And we both know who knows
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| What should be known to all the onlookers
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| I don’t care if I’m the only one who’s not paying
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| 'Cause honey I am done staying up all night waiting
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| Now we’re all tying the ribbons of worry to your tree
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| Your passing will make the headlines but sadly no one will read
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| Just how the town’s hopeless romantic had his heart on his sleeve
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| Died alone in the carport of the local library
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| I’m no lie detector
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| He’s no bullshit talker
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| And we both know who knows
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| What should be known to all the onlookers
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| I’m no lie detector
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| He’s no bullshit talker
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| And we both know who knows
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| What should be known to all the onlookers |