| I’ve been living in style
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| Unaccostumed as I am
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| To the luxury life
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| I’ve been hitting the town
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| But it didn’t hit back
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| I’ve been doing the rounds
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| Unaccostumed as I am
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| To the time on my hands
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| Now I don’t have to tell anybody
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| When I’m going to get back
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| Ever since you went away
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| I’ve had this sentimental inclination
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| Not to change a single thing
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| As I pull the sheets back on the bed
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| I want to go bury my head
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| In your pillow
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| Now that I’m alone again
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| I can’t stop breaking down again
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| The simplest things set me off again
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| And take me to that place
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| Where I can’t find my brave face
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| Where I can’t find my brave face
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| My brave, my brave, my brave face
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| I’ve been living a lie
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| Unaccostumed as I am
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| To the work of a housewife
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| I’ve been breaking up
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| Dirty dishes and throwing them away
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| Ever since you left I have been trying to compose
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| A «baby will you please come home» note meant for you
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| As I clear away another untouched t.v. |
| dinner
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| From the table I laid for two
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| Now that I’m alone again
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| I can’t stop breaking down again
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| The simplest things set me off again
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| And take me to that place
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| Where I can’t find my brave face
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| Where I can’t find my brave face
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| My brave, my brave, my brave face |