| Falling off the handle bars
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| Joking round and fake cigars
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| And holding up for loving in their fancy cars
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| And dreaming of a love that’s better than ours
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| And I can feel you digging
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| Go on right down to the heart of this
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| I don’t know which way you’re going
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| But I don’t want to be part of it
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| Oh, no no no no
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| ‘Cause you build it
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| Then you went and you broke it
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| Oh oh, did you ever even know me at all?
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| Oh, no no no no
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| Well you build it
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| Then you went and you broke it
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| Oh oh, did you ever even know me at all?
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| Falling off the handle bars
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| Getting by with open scars
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| And holding up for a woman who plays guitar
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| And dreaming of a love that’s better than ours
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| But it’s not better than ours
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| And I can feel you digging
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| Go on down to the heart of this
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| I don’t know which way I’m going
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| But I don’t want you to be part of it
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| Oh, no no no no
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| ‘Cause you build it
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| Then you went and you broke it
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| Oh oh, did you ever even know me at all?
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| Oh, no no no no
|
| Well you build it
|
| Then you went and you broke it
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| Oh oh, did you ever even know me at all?
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| Hey la la la da da da da la da la da da da da la da
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| Oh no, la la la da da da da la da la da da da da la da
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| Oh well you build it
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| Then you went and you broke it
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| And did you ever even know me at all? |