| Three months, one week
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| Both of us we know this day would come
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| New hair, new jeans
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| Haven’t seen you out
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| What’s going on?
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| I can see behind your smiling eyes
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| That you’re holding back the truth
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| You can say it’s going great
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| But, baby, I know
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| That’s just something people say when they can’t let go
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| So, I won’t clap my hands
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| And I won’t stomp my feet
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| 'Cause I can tell it hurts like hell
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| I’m happy and you know it
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| I would tell you
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| But I know you’ve seen the pictures
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| I’ve found someone new
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| And finally I feel the butterflies
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| Oh, I can see behind your smiling eyes
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| That you wanna tell the truth
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| You can say it’s going great
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| But, baby, I know
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| That’s just something people say when they can’t let go
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| So, I won’t clap my hands
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| And I won’t stomp my feet
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| 'Cause I can tell it hurts like hell
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| I’m happy and you know it
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| Know, know it
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| You can see behind the smiling eyes
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| And you know I’m over you
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| You can say it’s going great
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| But, baby, I know
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| That’s just something people say when they can’t let go
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| So, I won’t clap my hands
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| And I won’t stomp my feet
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| 'Cause I can tell it hurts like hell
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| I’m happy and you know it
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| Know, know it |