| Every day it’s easier to see
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| That you’re gonna be a mother.
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| So here we are, honeymoon,
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| Hotel room, married to each other.
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| And the smile upon your trembling lips is brave,
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| But it don’t cover up those tears you’ve cried.
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| And though I’m trying hard
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| All the emptiness I feel, is just too big to hide.
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| Chorus:
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| And we’ve got nothing in common,
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| But our name, and our shame, and the blame
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| For letting passion’s foolish flames run wild.
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| And now we’ve got to cover up the fact
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| With an act, to atone for our mistake
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| And to protect the child.
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| And we’ve agreed to try
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| To try and live a lie.
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| But baby, I think it’s all in vain.
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| We’re just not birds of a feather.
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| Isn’t it lonely, together?
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| Repeat Chorus |