| Long ago, I woke up early
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| For a job I used to love
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| But then, one Saturday morning
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| My boss gave me the shove
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| He made it clear that
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| I was not needed any more
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| He’d had to hire in some other guy
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| While we were away on tour
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| But a few words in his defense
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| There was no bullshit pretense
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| And it made perfect business sense
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| So he sent me away
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| And I wanted to say
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| «OK. |
| Good luck
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| I hope I never see you again
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| Good luck. |
| Yeah.»
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| There was this girl I slept with
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| She got inside my head
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| And when I say 'slept'
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| I don’t mean just sex
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| I mean we shared a bed
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| I thought that we were married
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| I thought we’d be OK
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| But then she made it clear that
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| She didn’t feel that way
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| She said «It was lovely at the start
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| But there’s a space inside my heart
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| And I think we have grown apart
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| So go take a hike…»
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| Man I was just like
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| «All right. |
| Good luck
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| I hope I never see you again
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| 'Cos if this is goodbye
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| Good luck. |
| Good luck
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| I hope I never see you again
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| 'Cos if this is goodbye
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| I hope that you die»
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| 'Cos if you hurt me
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| I will hate you
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| It’s just as simple as that
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| It’s not mature
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| And it’s not progressive
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| But that doesn’t alter the fact
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| That if you hurt me, I will hate you
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| If you hurt me, I will erase you
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| If you hurt me, I will hate you
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| If you hurt me, I will forget you |