| Oh how your mind’s not on it
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| Pass me a book and I’ll read you a sonnet girl
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| Walls go up, and guards come down
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| He’s banging on the door thinking
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| Where the is she now
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| So open your mouth and stick to your guns
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| You’ve got to realize that she’s indifferent
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| Wha-wha-what's your name?
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| Just one love, here we go again
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| So it has come to an end
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| Things haven’t changed you
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| Are still looking rough my friend
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| Things get broke, things come clean
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| If you wanted to leave then
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| Why are you still here?
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| So open your mouth and stick to your guns
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| You’ve got to realize that she’s indifferent
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| Wha-wha-what's your name?
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| Just one love, here we go again
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| So open your mouth and stick to your guns
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| You’ve got to realize that she’s indifferent
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| Wha-wha-what's your name?
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| Just one love, here we go again |