| Dog in the manger, always a danger
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| You got me so, so wrong
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| So what? |
| So long
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| Don’t be a stranger
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| It had barely started out
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| Before it started heading south
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| In the never ending story
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| Of the love that dare not shut its mouth
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| I get the picture (picture!)
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| I think I get it (think, no!)
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| I think I know (no, no!)
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| I wish I didn’t (still!)
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| I think I get it
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| Behind the curtain, we got to flirting
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| It was a gateway drug (I know, I know)
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| It’s disconcerting, even now
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| When I’m still driving by your house
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| When it’s late at night and the lights are out
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| And I saw somebody sneaking in your side door
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| (What are friends for, anyway?)
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| I’m just wondering who you think
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| You are fooling with such a tired myth
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| That says some people are better off alone
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| Than with a steppin' stone
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| I get the picture (picture!)
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| I think I get it (think, ha!)
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| I think I know (no, no!)
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| I wish I didn’t (still!)
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| I think I get it
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| Why do you insist on being such a girl about it?
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| You said you hoped we could still be friends
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| I doubt it
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| No one owes a debt
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| Index finger, second fret, another song
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| A torch to warm the winter of our disconnect
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| Now I’m still trying to decide
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| Between thwarted lust and wounded pride
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| When I see your absence everywhere I look
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| And even when I close my eyes
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| I get the picture (picture!)
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| I think I get it (think, no!)
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| I think I know (no, no!)
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| I wish I didn’t
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| Wish I could be cold (cold!)
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| Like certain people up in the mixture (no, no!)
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| I get the picture (still!)
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| I think I get it |