| It’s over now
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| Things will never be the same
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| But if you wanna drag it out
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| I’ll play the game
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| Some call it criminal
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| The way we hold back like we do
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| The inevitable truth
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| That the story’s through
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| Oh whoah keep it runnin' on
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| Oh whoah let it roll on
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| Now we lie to each other
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| And we lie to our friends
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| That we’re both so happy
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| But it’s the end
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| We’ll be the last to go home
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| We’ll be the last to go home
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| When the lights are all up and the music’s turned off
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| We both have to face that we don’t have too long
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| So we’ll the last to go home
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| So we put on our faces
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| As we go through the paces
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| In those miserable places
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| We can’t escape
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| We’ll be the last to go home
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| We’ll be the last to go home
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| When the lights are all up and the music’s turned off
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| We both have to face that we don’t have too long
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| So we’ll the last to go home |