| Nineteen and naive
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| No boy could ever, ever hurt me…
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| It takes a man to do that
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| And I was calling him back…
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| You told me you thought I was pretty
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| The brightest light in the city
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| Said forever we’d be
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| Well, you sure fooled me
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| Whoa-oh
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| Secrets, secrets are no fun
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| Whoa-oh
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| Secrets, secrets hurt someone
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| Wanted 'til I, I fell six foot deep
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| 'Til I found out you were married to a girl who wasn’t me
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| (Oh, whoa-oh)
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| You say you’re so ashamed
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| You say forget my name
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| Take this with you to your grave
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| Your grave
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| Late nights followed by no calls
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| Making sense of it all
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| While my name in your phone
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| It was saved as unknown
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| Your lies finally add up
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| Her necklace and her makeup
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| It was her perfume
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| Sitting there in your room
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| Whoa-oh
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| Secrets, secrets are no fun
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| Whoa-oh
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| Secrets, secrets hurt someone
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| Wanted 'til I, I fell six foot deep
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| 'Til I found out you were married to a girl who wasn’t me
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| (Oh, whoa-oh)
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| You say you’re so ashamed
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| You say forget my name
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| Take this with you to your grave
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| You don’t know me very well
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| If you think I won’t tell
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| Ha, not a chance in hell
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| Oh, oh, no, no
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| Oh, oh, no, no
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| Wanted 'til I, I fell six foot deep
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| 'Til I found out you were married to a girl who wasn’t me
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| (Oh, whoa-oh)
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| You say you’re so ashamed
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| You say forget my name
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| Take this with you to your grave |