| She was kissing somebody who wasn’t her boyfriend
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| She met him at a bar, he was a hot Australian
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| She didn’t mean to do it but she liked his accent
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| And somehow I’m responsible
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| Then her friend decided to go home with one of his friends
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| They spent the night at his place in the north of Florence
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| All she really wanted was to fuck his accent
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| And somehow I’m responsible
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| I’ve only known you for a month
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| Shouldn’t have taken so long to realize that you suck
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| I hope you’re getting what you want
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| Cheating on your boyfriend and acting like a slut
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| One’s in the corner and the other is laughing
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| I’m sitting at the bar wondering if I should take action
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| They told me what they wanted but this wasn’t an accident
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| And why am I responsible
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| That’s it, I’m leaving, it ain’t worth it for free beer
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| There’s way too many reasons I shouldn’t be here
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| Then one follows me out, and I can see she’s in tears
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| Why am I responsible?
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| Well shame on you, and shame on me Shame on your favorite Aussie
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| And I don’t know just how this happened
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| But I’ll blame you, and you’ll blame me And then we’ll blame society
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| And I don’t care if we’re never really ever friends again
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| I walk her home and tell her not to worry
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| I’m not a saint and I’ve been there myself
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| But you gotta tell him or it will eat you empty
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| You’re not protecting him, you’re protecting yourself
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| Ah hell, you blew it kid, it’s already done
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| So go ahead and do whatever you want
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| Cause no matter what you do, it’ll always feel wrong
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| And if it don’t feel any different
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| Then be pretty sure that there was nothing there all along |