| Man from the magazine, what did you say?
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| «Do you make the same faces in bed?»
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| Hey, man, what kind of question is that?
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| What did you really want me to say back?
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| What’s going on behind those dark glasses?
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| Is this what you think making a pass is?
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| Wondering which door could get me out fastest
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| When I tell it now
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| I don’t want to hear
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| It is what it is, it was what it was
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| I don’t want to hear
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| It is what it is, it was what it was
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| You don’t know how it feels, you expect me to deal with it
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| 'Til I’m perfectly numb
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| But you don’t know how it feels
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| Man from the music shop, I drove too far
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| For you to hand me that starter guitar
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| «Hey, girl, why don’t you play a few bars?»
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| Oh, what’s left to prove?
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| I don’t want to hear
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| It is what it is, it was what it was
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| Don’t make me hear
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| It is what it is, it was what it was
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| You don’t know how it feels, you expect me to deal with it
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| 'Til I’m perfectly numb
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| But you don’t know how it feels
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| You don’t know how it feels
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| You don’t know how it feels
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| To be the cunt |