| I don’t think about you much these days
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| It’s over twenty years now, since we went separate ways
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| I hope you’ve found some place to graze
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| And someone who’s a slave, to your every need
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| And over my dead body I’ll see you again
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| Pretending we were friends
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| Over my dead body, looking down on me
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| Pretending to grieve
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| All That time you knew it, something had to give
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| Struggling to live, facing up to it
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| You had your chance and blew it
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| You threw it away
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| And who would have thought it
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| You had the whole thing figured
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| And you living with regrets
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| Smoking cigarettes and staring into space
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| And asking where it all went wrong
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| And why am I alone
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| Saying God what have I done, so wrong
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| Too much, no forgiveness and all that monkey business
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| What is done is done
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| Over my dead body
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| You might think it funny
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| At the time you knew it, all the world’s a stage
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| And you were getting laid and calling everybody baby
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| You had your chance but screw it, you threw it away
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| And who would have thought it
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| You had the whole thing figured
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| All That time you knew it, something had to give
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| Struggling to live, facing up to it
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| You had your chance and blew it
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| You threw it away
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| And who would have thought it
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| You had the whole thing figured |