| Sappy pathetic little me That was the girl I used to be You had me on my knees
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| I’d trade you places any day
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| I’d never thought you could be that way
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| But you looked like me on Sunday
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| Oh you came in with the breeze
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| On Sunday morning
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| You sure have changed since yesterday
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| Without any warning
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| I thought I knew you (whoa)
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| I thought I knew you (whoa)
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| I thought I knew you well… so well
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| You’re trying my shoes on for a change
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| They look so good but fit so strange
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| Out of fashion, so I can’t complain
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| Oh you came in with the breeze
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| On Sunday morning
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| You sure have changed since yesterday
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| Without any warning
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| I thought I knew you (whoa)
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| I thought I knew you (whoa)
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| I thought I knew you well… so well
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| I know who I am, but who are you?
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| You’re not looking like you used to You’re on the other side of the mirror
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| So nothing’s looking quite as clear
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| Thank you for turning on the lights
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| Thank you, now you’re the parasite
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| I didn’t think you had it in you
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| And now you’re looking like I used to!
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| You came in with the breeze
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| On Sunday morning
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| You sure have changed since yesterday
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| Without any warning
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| And you want me badly
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| 'Cause you cannot have me I thought I knew you (whoa)
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| But I’ve got a new view (whoa)
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| I thought I knew you so well… oh well
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| Ooh on Sunday morning
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| Without a warning
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| Sunday morning
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| I thought I knew you
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| Sunday morning
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| Ooh you want me badly
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| Cannot have me Sunday morning
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| Sunday morning
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| Sunday morning |