| Well you told your friends you’re mature
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| Last time we met you were bored
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| But you still pick up all my calls
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| Every yesterday I’m reborn
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| Rumours came without the proof
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| Still thought there’s nothing
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| Then you set fire to the fumes
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| I’m past repair
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| Broken down
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| Don’t be scared
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| To walk on out
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| Love be warned
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| Before you twist
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| You’ll key right in my door
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| And let yourself in there
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| I may be past repair
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| But now I’ve met somebody else
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| And she’s so much better than you
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| Well she thinks I’m somebody else
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| Yeah she thinks I’m somebody new
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| Well I’ve seen Saturns in her eyes
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| But these’s only black holes in mine
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| Oh maybe she’ll find out in time
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| That I’m past repair
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| Broken down
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| So don’t be scared
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| To walk on out
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| Love be warned
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| Before you twist
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| You’ll key right in my door
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| And let yourself in there
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| Oh I may be past repair
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| I may be past repair
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| You don’t really know what I’ve done now do you
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| You don’t really know what I’ve done now do you
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| Run away, run away, run away
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| You don’t really know what I’ve done now do you
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| You don’t really know what I’ve done now do you
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| Run away, run away, run away |