| It’s alright to tell me what you think about me
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| I won’t try to argue or hold it against you
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| I know that you’re leaving, you must have your reasons
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| The season is calling, your pictures are falling down
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| The steps that I retrace, the sad look on your face
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| The timing and structure, did you hear he f#%ked her?
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| A day late, a buck short, I’m writing the report
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| On losing and failing, when I move, I’m flailing now
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| And it’s happened once again, I’ll turn to a friend
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| Someone that understands, and sees through the master plan
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| But everybody’s gone, and I’ve been here for too long
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| To face this on my own, well I guess this is growing up
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| Well I guess this is growing up
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| And maybe I’ll see you at a movie sneak preview
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| You’ll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy
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| And I’ll smile and you’ll wave, we’ll pretend it’s okay
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| The charade, it won’t last, when he’s gone, I won’t come back
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| And it’ll happen once again, you’ll turn to a friend
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| Someone that understands and sees through the master plan
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| But everybody’s gone, and you’ve been there for too long
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| To face this on your own, well, I guess this is growing up
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| Well I guess this is growing up
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| Well I guess this is growing up
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| Well I guess this is growing up
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| Well I guess this is growing up
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| Well I guess this is growing up |