| Yeah it’s true
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| But only in part
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| Actions best forgotten of a desperate heart
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| And it hurts
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| This salt in the wound
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| But what compels them to spend their time bothering you
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| Don’t let them touch you baby
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| Don’t let them make you cry
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| Don’t you waste your time
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| Trying to find the reason why
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| They will do what they must do
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| Yeah it’s strange
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| That vicarious choir
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| Ever searching for a stage where they might sing higher
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| And they share
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| The generous souls
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| But nothing gets in the way of a story untold
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| It’s not fair
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| The only intention’s to hurt
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| Always there
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| The strategy’s rumors and dirt
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| Don’t let them touch you baby
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| Don’t let them make you cry
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| Don’t you waste your time
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| Trying to find the reason why
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| They will do what they must do
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| Hey hey
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| … half day to meddle with our lives
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| With private tears meant only for their eyes
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| Reactions haunt, be worthy of legend
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| Security maybe … charms
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| It’s not fair
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| The only intention’s to hurt
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| Always there
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| The strategy’s rumors and dirt
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| It’s not fair
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| The only intention’s to hurt
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| Always there
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| The strategy’s rumors and dirt
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| It’s not fair
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| Dirt
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| Always there
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| Dirt |