| Remember when we used to have it made?
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| It never seemed like we were on the take,
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| But we were double crossed along the way.
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| It’s hard to see it any other way.
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| You’re tilted and you’re not quite true,
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| I should’ve done away with you,
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| Telling me the things you knew I wanted,
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| But you were leaving out the best part and,
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| Saving it for last.
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| Saving it for last.
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| Remember when we used to have it made?
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| It never seemed like we were on the take,
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| But we were double crossed along the way.
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| It’s hard to see it any other way.
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| Jilted and when I came to,
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| I knew I couldn’t count on you,
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| Telling me the things I thought I wanted,
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| Were just beyond my reach but not my grasp,
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| And I put out my hand.
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| And I put out my hand.
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| Remember when we used to have it made?
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| It never seemed like we were on the take,
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| Remember when they said we had it made?
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| It never seemed like we were on the take,
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| But we were double crossed along the way.
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| It’s a double cross and we’re to blame.
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| It’s hard to see it any other way. |