| Not that I had that much dignity left anyway
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| Nor could I feign great surprise when she finally walked away
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| Yesterday’s lover will fall for another
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| And I won’t stand in her way
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| But we already sang that song
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| And she’s already gone, gone, gone
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| And you’re starting to sound like a broken record
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| By the time we were done driving across Texas
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| I was feeling kind of small
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| See, we’d stopped for some food when she picked up the dude from the rodeo
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| Ahoy California! |
| We’re coming to join ya
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| To pump that gasoline
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| But we already sang that song
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| And she’s already long, long, gone
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| And we’re starting to sound like a broken record
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| Broken promises
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| Broken dreams
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| Broken marriages
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| Broken rings
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| Somewhere along the line I left the straight
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| For the arc of least resistance
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| And I’m starting to sound like a broken record
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| Third verse the same as the first verse the same on
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| The arc of least resistance
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| Yes, I’ve started to sound like a broken record
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| Not that I had that much dignity left anyway |