| Pick up all your clothes
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| Pack up all you know
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| Toss away the o-o-old
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| Chase that fool’s go-o-old
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| It’s the same little girl that I recognize
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| But someone’s been pulling levers behind those eyes
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| You can stay where you are
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| Or walk back to the start
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| We’re a million miles apart
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| We’re a million miles apart
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| We’re a million miles apart
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| You’re riding your life like a story
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| But nobody’s reading it
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| You caught off your ties like a switchblade
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| And never said sorry
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| You can stay where you are
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| Or walk back to the start
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| We’re a million miles apart
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| We’re a million miles apart
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| We’re a million miles apart
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| The city is way too small for me to have a nemesis
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| And I’m way too small to want to make the best of this
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| Call me too fragile
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| I’ll call you too stupid
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| You don’t even what you’re gonna be losing
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| Sometimes when you’re drinking
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| You say what you’re thinking
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| So let me go ahead, and pour a dozen more
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| Sometimes when I’m thinking
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| I know why you’re sinking—
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| Too little too late!—
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| Too little too late!—
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| Too little too late!—
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| You can stay where you are
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| Or walk back to the start
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| We’re a million miles apart
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| We’re a million miles apart
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| We’re a million miles apart |