| Will I have learned so very little
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| When these bones are old and brittle?
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| I wait to talk when I should listen
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| And cloud mistakes with false revisions
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| All my friends are forward-thinking
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| Getting hitched and quitting drinking
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| And I can feel them pulling away
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| As I’m resigned to stay the same
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| And you can’t even begin to know
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| How many times I’ve told myself «I told you so»
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| I was once a loyal lover
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| Whose lips did never seek another’s
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| And now each love’s more like a match
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| A blinding spark that burns out fast
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| And they all conclude with the same sentence
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| «I've never met someone more self-centered
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| Who thinks that life with a nice girl’s like
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| Waiting for a bus to work»
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| And you can’t even begin to know
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| How many times I’ve told myself «I told you so»
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| And you can’t even begin to believe
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| There’s so many bridges engulfed in flames behind me
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| If you deem it so
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| Just cut the cord and go
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| You’ll be fine
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| There’s plenty of hills to climb
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| You can’t even begin to know
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| How many times I’ve told myself «I told you so»
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| And you can’t even begin to believe
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| There’s so many bridges engulfed in flames behind me |