| She never picks up on the first ring
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| She leaves me hanging at the station with the tourists and the touts
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| And I light another cigarette and I wait with my doubts
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| And my doubts are all I have as the summer burns the parks
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| And I’m scratching for an answer cause I know she’s going to ask
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| About the future that we’re failing, and how we start a fire from a spark
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| And I’d tell her that my songs are just the stories of our lives
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| And the endings are unfinished and not everyone survives
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| But how I only sing the truth, and that’s something only she gets to decide
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| And I hope you lied
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| I hope you shrugged and rolled your eyes and thought of all those other guys
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| Who promised love and gave it up
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| You’d never trust and never touch another life
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| If you believed them all
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| Slutever and ever, oh man
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| And we can talk about it
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| If I was honest I’d have ended me in Tokyo
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| And maybe that was cheap or maybe I’m just better than that
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| I’m calling it a chorus, singing «never going back»
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| Flew into America, looking for a revelation
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| Ended up in Washington, and got our shit stolen
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| I guess the moral of the story, is always take your wallet on the stage
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| And everyone is actors simply bouncing off each other
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| And our capitals are theatres and all your friends play lover
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| So I’d ask you as whatever, tell me that our script can be saved!
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| And it’s on
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| And it’s off
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| And it’s on
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| And it’s off
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| Yeah it’s off
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| No, it’s on
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| No, it’s off
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| Yeah, it’s on!
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| Slutever and ever and ever and ever and ever forever oh man |