| Think you’re really something now
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| Just 'cause I offer you a ride in my brand new car
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| When you know we’re nothing more than just
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| Smoke and rhetoric and barely rhyming as we are
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| So don’t get so excited
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| He’s not that kind of writer
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| Chances are we’ll wind up
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| In some godforsaken cul-de-sac not love
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| No use to get sad about it
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| Can’t love everysong
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| Well, let’s not lose perspective, now
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| Just because we spend a little time together
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| While we’re on our way
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| And sure, I’ll hold you for a little while
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| If you ask me, I can stay at least until tomorrow
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| But now we’re halfway through the song
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| And I’m still tagging along
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| Surely clouds are coming soon
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| But as of now, I can see nothing but blue
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| No use to go second guessing
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| Can’t cry everysong
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| Maybe the wine is going cheap
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| At the creative retreat
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| Maybe our man’s smoking something
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| Because something’s feeling scarily like love
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| No need to complain, no siree, Bob
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| Can’t cry everysong |