| The boys and the girls
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| They pass to the corners of the room
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| Predicted a move, I thought
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| We’d never change the habits of the old school
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| With all I’ve ever done
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| We work the phone
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| And wait for the moment to come
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| But never, never could we remember
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| You can’t ask me any way you talk
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| (Anyway you laugh)
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| How can I make myself play?
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| Days race past pass
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| Do I have to ask?
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| How should I know if you’ve changed?
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| The years have been kind, although
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| Up close I couldn’t say for sure
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| Well, you know I was never good at differences
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| Kind of it’s safe to say
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| I’ve never changed
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| And if you’ve heard the phone before
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| I don’t want to be a bore
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| Then what do you suppose we do?
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| ‘Cause never, never could we remember
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| You can’t ask me any way you talk
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| (Anyway you laugh)
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| How can I make myself play?
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| Days race past pass
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| Do I have to ask?
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| How should I know if you’ve changed?
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| The boys and the girls, they start
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| At the end, as they always do
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| Takin' a choice
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| Take it off
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| I could hear hear us sin
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| It’s a children’s game
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| And if the days we have between are spent wonderin'
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| Then lyin' out
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| Should I mind?
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| If ever, ever I tried to tell you
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| You can’t ask me any way you talk
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| (Anyway you laugh)
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| How can I make myself play?
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| Days race past pass
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| Do I have to ask?
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| How should I know if you’ve changed? |