| Some things you never get used to
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| Even though you’re feeling like another man
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| There’s nothing that he can do for you
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| To shut me away as you walk through
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| Lovers laughing in their amateur hour
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| Holding hands in the corridors of power
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| Even though I’m with somebody else right now
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| High fidelity, can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me? |
| Can you hear me?
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| High fidelity, can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me? |
| Can you hear me?
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| There’s a new kind of dedication
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| Maybe you’ll find it down the tunnel
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| Maybe I got above my station
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| Maybe you’re only changing channel
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| Even though you’re nowhere near me
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| And I know you kiss him so sincerely now
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| Even though the signal’s indistinct
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| And you worry what silly people think
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| Who just can’t wait to feel so frozen out
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| I bet he thinks that he was chosen out of millions
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| I suppose he’ll never know about
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| High fidelity, can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me? |
| Can you hear me?
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| High fidelity, can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me? |
| Can you hear me? |
| Can you hear me? |