| I hear how they talk about things I’ve said.
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| Words which never came from me.
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| What if I thought so but just didn’t say so?
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| 'Cause these days I know to watch
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| What I say.
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| Sometimes we’re better off knowing only parts of the truth.
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| I used to like it here.
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| Now it just burns me out,
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| The presence of something I came across and lost.
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| And now they might be right,
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| Them who always speak behind your back,
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| Who you call your friends as they’re around you and you find yourself alone.
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| Make their days filled with something new.
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| This is not something new.
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| You missed the whole scenario.
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| The part of the picture which make young worlds fall apart.
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| You didn’t know that, did you?
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| Things which happened last spring.
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| Could have been the topic of the day at your daily café.
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| Now it’s just the scene where his eyes
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| Fills with…,
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| As they’re not both going home alone.
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| I hear how they talk about things I’ve said.
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| Words which never came from me.
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| What if i thought so but just didn’t say so?
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| 'cause these days I know to watch what i say.
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| Sometimes we’re better of knowing only parts of the truth. |