| A good apple on the tree
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| I thought you’d be sweet to me
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| Oh but you turned, the bitter of the bunch
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| You hit me with some old line
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| You probably used a thousand times
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| Oh but you scored, a knock-out sucker punch
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| Oooh
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| I hope you’re happy now
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| Oooh
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| I hope you’re happy now, yea
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| You told me it wasn’t chance
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| That something more than circumstance, brought us together
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| You said it was faith
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| You hooked me, you reeled me in
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| Now you’ve got under my skin
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| I wish I had, never taken the bait
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| Oooh
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| I hope you’re happy now
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| Oooh
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| I hope you’re happy now, yea
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| You sold me a fantasy
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| A dream of how it could be, and I bought it
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| Yea I took it home
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| A glassy holiday brochure
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| The truth never quite lived up, to the billing
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| I guess I should have known
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| Oooh
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| I hope you’re happy now
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| Oooh
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| I hope you’re happy now, yea
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| Oooh
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| I hope you’re happy now
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| Oooh
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| I hope you’re happy now, yea |