| Run your fingers through your hair
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| Let’s pick up from where we left off
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| Call all your friends, announce the new victory
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| Once you were sweet to me, knock it off
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| The music doesn’t move you, doesn’t soothe you
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| Doesn’t prove you’re worth a dime
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| You work 'round the clock, watch it tick and tock
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| But this isn’t your time
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| Move over son, it’s my turn to shine
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| Was there ever a moment
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| One small slice in history
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| When I took you seriously?
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| When your belt and your shoes
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| Did not announce your poor taste so fearlessly?
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| 'Cause that’s news to me
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| And you can forget it, I get it
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| I just don’t let it get to me
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| I regret to inform I do not fret or mourn
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| The way things used to be
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| It’s all in the past now, it’s all gone
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| And the only way into the sun is walking
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| But you’d rather run
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| You’d rather run away
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| The songs he writes are for «dad»
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| The true love lost 'fore he ever had
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| If stories begun «If father loved son»
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| We wouldn’t be feelin' so bad
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| But doesn’t everyone?
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| And it’s not that I hate you
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| I never loved you enough to hate you
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| To get even or mad so as not to seem sad
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| Just seems ungrateful
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| 'Cause really, I am thankful I’m sad
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| Maybe we’re the same unabashed and unashamed
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| Then again, I dunno where you came from
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| You keep carvin' out names
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| First Jamie then James
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| And I can’t keep up to restrain you
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| How come?
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| We two came together for worst and for better
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| It’s true
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| And the weather is clever
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| But she’s not the only one getting over you
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| It’s me, too
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| And the only way into the sun is walking
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| But you’d rather run
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| You’d rather run away
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| My god, it’s no fun to watch you play dumb
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| With your ugly hand on her thigh
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| And she’s nervous too, but politeness eschews
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| The impulse to finger deny
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| Plus, your girlfriend’s a spy
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| And what would she think to look up from her drink
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| And find you in your sad little vest tryin' hard to undress
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| The girls you sat down next to?
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| She’ll think nothing
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| She’ll be thinking of you
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| I’m glad I don’t know the places you go
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| I’m glad for you and for them
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| Let’s be discreet if we are to meet on Ludlow ever again
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| Don’t mention Ben
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| It’s funny what you miss, it’s funny what you don’t
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| I’ve thought it all through, the potential to fondly reminisce is this:
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| I won’t
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| And the only way into the sun is walking
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| But you’d rather run
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| You’d rather run away
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| Don’t say we got along
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| That’s remarkably wrong
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| It doesn’t suggest or imply
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| The thing about us you don’t dare discuss
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| We never got along famously, we just tried
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| I tried to be good, I tried to be gracious and kind
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| But working with you has done nothing but prove a total waste of time
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| 'Cause the real curse is your mind
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| Sometimes at night I stare at the ceiling
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| And wonder what’s wrong with me
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| To involve myself with people
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| Who don’t know what my true feeling might possibly be
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| Who latch onto my strength like it’s all they’ve got
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| It takes all of my strengths
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| And I go through such lengths
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| To show them it is not what they think they are stealing
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| And the only way into the sun is walking
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| But you’d rather run
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| You’d rather run away
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| Yes, the only way into the sun is walking
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| But you’d rather run
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| You’d rather run away |