| I know something that you don’t know
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| Scaving down the landline, I still kind of love you
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| And I’m four steps forward in my plimsolls
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| But I still wanna stab any girl that wants to touch you
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| Church bells ringing for a fresh start
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| But you had a head start, always such an athlete
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| And no one wants to kiss a bad sport
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| So I keep my head high, wave at all your family
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| I knew you until you were someone else
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| And I don’t know if you ever knew yourself
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| I guess we just weren’t meant to be in love forever
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| And I guess people just change
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| You got good, I got better
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| But I still care about you, and I think I’ll care forever
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| And I’m glad we got to do
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| All those perfect, ugly, almost priceless
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| Lost in lovely lunar years together
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| I know something that you don’t know
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| These days all our friends think you’re kind of an asshole
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| And I’ve been cleaning up my sad act
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| Incense in the hallways burning through the charcoal
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| London’s pretty in the autumn, and I’m a nicer person
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| Now I’m not your person, funny how that works and
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| Funny that we’re working now
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| I guess we just weren’t meant to be in love forever
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| And I guess people just change
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| You got good, I got better
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| But I still care about you, and I think I’ll care forever
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| And I’m glad we got to do
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| All those perfect, ugly, almost priceless
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| Lost in lovely lunar years together
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| I knew you until you were someone else
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| And I don’t know if you ever knew yourself
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| I guess we just weren’t meant to be in love forever
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| And I guess people just change
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| You got good, I got better
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| But I still care about you, and I think I’ll care forever
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| And I’m glad we got to do
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| All those perfect, ugly, almost priceless
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| Lost in lovely lunar years together |