| I’ve got a pocket but it won’t be full in a long time
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| I got a locket but the photos missing
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| 'Cause nobody’s listening at all
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| I get my hopes up for love, what I think is love
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| And when it blows up
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| I jump on the bandwagon with all the pretenders
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| …Wait a second
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| You can call it aches and pains and games
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| The fire and the rain you can’t explain
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| So you can call it anything, call it what you like
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| But don’t call it love when it’s really life
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| I’m not saying I don’t believe in fairies
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| I’ve seen them fly around a couple times
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| But I don’t like to labels things like jars of jam
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| 'Cause when I get to taste these things
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| Its never what I planned
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| And I won’t be a pretender
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| …Wait a second
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| You can call it aches and pains and games
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| The fire and the rain, you can’t explain
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| So you can call it anything, call it what you like
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| But don’t call it love when it’s really life
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| I don’t wanna be rude to myself, stop leading me on
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| Rude to myself, if I don’t try to be right, can’t be wrong
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| I just wanna be true to myself and take the day as it comes
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| True to myself, I know I’m not the only one
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| I know I’m not the only one
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| You can call it aches and pains and games
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| The fire and the rain, you can’t explain
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| So you can call it anything, call it what you like
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| But don’t call it love when it’s really life
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| Don’t call it love when it’s really life |