| You fight with your right hand
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| And caress with your left hand
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| Everyone I know is sick to death of you
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| With a tear that’s a mile wide
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| In the kite that you’re flying
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| Everyone I know is sick to death of you
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| Ever since
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| You don’t look the same
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| You’re just not the same, no way
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| You say clever things and
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| You never used to
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| You don’t catch what I’m saying
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| When you’re deafened to advice
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| Everyone here is sick to the
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| Back teeth of you
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| With a tear that’s a mile wide
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| In the kite that you’re flying
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| Everyone here is sick to the
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| Tattoo of you
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| Ever since
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| You don’t look the same
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| You’re just not the same, no way
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| You say pleasant things and
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| There is no need to
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| Still, you fight with your right hand
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| And caress with your left hand
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| Sad to say…
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| How once I was in love with you
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| Sad to say…
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| You don’t catch what I’m saying
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| When you’re deafened to advice
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| Ever since
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| You don’t look the same
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| You’re just not the same, no way
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| What the hell have
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| They stuck into you? |