| Never really get it 'cause he’s always on his own
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| Never really get it because, ooh, you never loved him
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| Better write a letter, 'cause he’s always on the phone
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| Better write a letter, 'cause, ooh, you never loved him enough
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| You never loved him enough
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| Never loved him enough
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| Never loved him enough
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| He knows that he’s pathetic as he stares out the window
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| Not peripatetic, he doesn’t move a muscle
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| Juggle with semantics as you’re telling him real slow
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| He never really got it 'cause you, you never gave it enough
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| Never gave it enough
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| Never gave it enough
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| Never gave it enough
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| There’s no fun in walking wounded
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| He’s never loved
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| He wears a pained expression as he’s takin' off your clothes
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| It’s only an impression of how you should have loved him
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| Step into the gutter 'cause you find him so shallow
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| He was the main attraction, but turned back to yellow
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| This wouldn’t be the lyrics if this wasn’t a song
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| You never will forget it 'cause, ooh, you never loved him enough
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| Girl, you never loved him enough
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| You never loved him enough
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| Love’s a shame, it’s cold and made of chicken bones
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| Never loved him enough
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| Never loved him enough
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| And I would give it all to see them fry
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| Never loved him enough
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| Never loved him enough
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| I’d like to say we’re on our way to watch you go
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| Never loved him enough
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| Never loved him enough
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| But I would give the world to see your smile |