| You walk away
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| You think I can’t hear a thing you say
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| Why don’t you say it to my face?
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| Why can’t you just be real?
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| My dear friend
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| Why must you insist we pretend
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| That you don’t wish that I was dead?
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| I know that’s how you feel
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| You’re a lion, but you dress up like a sheep
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| And you think you’re foolin' me, but you ain’t foolin' me
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| You’re a sinner, but you’re actin' like a saint
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| And you think you’re foolin me, but you ain’t
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| You attack
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| You twist the knife into my back
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| Where you hold me close and whisper that
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| I mean the world to you
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| I’ve since learned
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| Of all of the bridges that you’ve burned
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| All of the friends that drop like birds
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| When you take aim and shoot
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| You’re a lion, but you dressed up like a sheet
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| And you think you’re foolin' me, but you ain’t foolin' me
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| You’re a sinner, but you’re actin' like a saint
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| Oh, you think you’re foolin me, but you ain’t
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| You’re a lion, but you dressed up like a sheet
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| And you think you’re foolin' me, but you ain’t foolin' me
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| You’re a sinner, but you’re actin' like a saint
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| Oh, you think you’re foolin me, but you ain’t
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| Oh, you think you’re foolin me, but you ain’t |