| I look at your face and I see it’s red
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| you got a lot on your plate that is in your head
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| you think that money’s ok but it ought to grow on trees
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| and when I say why don’t you plant a coin
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| you say I’m being sarcastic and that you’re goin'
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| see how a silly remark can cause a lot of tears
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| And people don’t know what we’re going through
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| they think if nothing is right it can’t be true
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| they have an image of us that only they can see
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| the way things used to be
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| I look at your heart and I see it’s gone
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| there’s nothing beating Inside not even a drum
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| it doesn’t matter I dare-say as long as you can breathe
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| and when I say is that beef wellington
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| you say I’ve told you goddamnit bourgignon
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| see how a silly mistake can cause a lot of grief
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| And like It or not it’s a sad affair
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| we never talk anymore go out anywhere
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| the way things used to be The way things used to be not so long ago
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| when we were young and free
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| the way things used to be not so long ago
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| you were loving me every night and every day strong in every way
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| passion glowing like a fire burning with desire
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| whatever happened
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| I look at your face and I see it’s long
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| You’ve got one hell of a cheek saying nothing’s wrong
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| you think I like it when friends are reluctant to appear
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| and when I say why don’t you tell me straight
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| you say I’m losing my temper and that you hate
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| see how an over-reaction causes so much fear
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| and when I get home after being away
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| you know I’ve only one thought for the coming day
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| I wish that in between fighting we could stop and see
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| the way things used to be |