| Got a word on the tip of my tongue
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| That old familiar forgetfulness keeps on coming
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| And I’m left here like a stray on the street
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| You tagged and bagged me all the way home
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| I don’t wanna let it hurt
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| Now you know I got a bloody T-Shirt
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| Maybe I wasn’t good enough
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| Never know 'cause you gave all it up
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| Now we got this predicament
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| Somebody somewhere gotta face the music
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| You don’t have to talk to me
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| But someday somewhere know you’re gonna see
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| It’s you
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| Just you and me
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| It’s you
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| Just you and me
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| So you tell me you got another man
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| Pushing buttons like you’re an autoharp accordion to me
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| He’s got moves that we’ve seen before
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| But you’re falling for him anyway
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| I don’t wanna be a bitter man
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| Now you got me wondering who I am
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| Can’t get passed this hurricane
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| Spinning out, living in pain
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| So I’ll tell you as a brother now
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| Tell you how we got on back then
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| Can’t pretend not to see it now
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| 'Cause all in all it comes back to-
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| You
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| Just you and me
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| It’s you
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| Just you and me
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| Come on back when you need another hand
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| And you’re used up like a scrap book cut out on a broken page
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| A broken age, baby best by an expired date
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| If you only listen to yourself you’ll see
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| That there’s no need for no association
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| Got no motivation at the front row of the fashion show
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| And the cover of a magazine
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| It’s you
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| Just you and me
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| It’s you
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| Just you and me |