| I finally see the light
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| Down on the east side
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| Wasted like a memory
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| If I had a car I’d drive
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| Straight off the bridge into the river, it would empty me
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| Pretty pictures in a magazine
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| Everybody is so make believe, it’s true
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| I used to be sad
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| Now I’m just bored with you
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| You’re doomed to repeat the past
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| 'Cause nothing is gonna last
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| I burned all of your photographs
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| The traffic sings the songs
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| Inviting me in to dodge the bullets from an empty gun
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| If I had a car I’d drive
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| Straight into the window of a bank I owed money to
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| Pretty pictures in a magazine
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| Everybody is so make believe, it’s true
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| I used to be sad
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| Now I’m just bored with you
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| You’re doomed to repeat the past
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| Nothing is gonna last
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| I burned all of your photographs
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| You’re doomed to repeat the past
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| Nothing is gonna last
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| I burned all of your photographs
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| And all the time you’re so unhappy
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| And everything to you’s so heavy
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| But oh my word, ain’t you pretty now
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| There’s nothing to make up now
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| No one to wake up now
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| She’s starting to break up, wow
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| Pretty pictures in a magazine
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| Everybody is so make believe, it’s true
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| I used to be sad
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| Now I’m just bored with you
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| You’re doomed to repeat the past
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| 'Cause nothing is gonna last
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| I burned all of your photographs
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| You’re doomed to repeat the past
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| Nothing is gonna last
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| I burned all of your photographs |