| When you two broke up, he did not give up
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| And now he is stalking you
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| You are all he talks about, how you two went out
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| How he’ll follow wherever you go
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| Could he really hope to stay, does he want to hear you say
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| That everything can still work out fine?
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| What world is he on, singing what maudlin song
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| Where it’s always 2009?
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| Honore de Balzac said in love it’s a fact
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| That there’s always one who suffers, one who’s bored
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| And you’re bored with him, with tasting his pain
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| Straight from his smorgasbord, well
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| What does he believe, does he expect some reprieve
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| To make it start over again
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| With his maudlin old songs, in the world that he’s on
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| It’s always 2009
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| Are you sorry for him, the only victim
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| When your relationship died
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| Does it make you feel sick, is the pope a Catholic?
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| He follows wherever you go
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| One day he will visit you looking like a wounded doe
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| Telling you he’s doing fine
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| With his maudlin old songs, in the world that he’s from
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| It’s always 2009 |