| So you say you are sick of love
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| Got a mind to give the damn thing up
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| Got a house full of stuff your lovers left
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| Gonna take a bus to the city dump with it
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| So you want to throw away the old you
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| But the old you’s old enough to know
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| It won’t make it better
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| It won’t make it better
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| Sick of being a loser, so you say
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| Gonna go out and choose a new personality
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| Ain’t gonna look at her pictures, lying awake all night
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| Got a dazzling future with your inner light
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| So you want to throw away the old you
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| But the old you’s old enough to know
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| It won’t make it better
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| It won’t make it better
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| I’ve set out on that mission too
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| A little revolution to forget her
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| Trying to make it better
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| So you want to throw away the old you
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| But the old you’s old enough to know
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| It won’t make it better
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| It won’t make it better |