| So guess I got old
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| I was like trash on the sidewalk
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| I guess I knew why
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| Often it’s hard to just sweet talk
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| I was old news to you then
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| Old news, old news to you then
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| You, you were like glue
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| Holding each of us together
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| I slept through July
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| While you made lines in the heather
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| I was old news to you then
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| Old news, old news to you then
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| Fell for the ruse with you then
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| Old news, old news to you then
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| And I still see you when I try to sleep
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| I see the garden, the tower, the street
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| Call out to nobody, call out to me
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| Chip on the shoulder, the diamond, the teeth
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| Now I can see how
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| We were like dust on the window
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| Not much, not a lot
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| Everything’s stolen or borrowed
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| I was old news to you then
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| Old news, old news to you then |