| I was fucked around when I was chasing you
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| I reckon at the time you realised it too, oh, didn’t you?
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| I never even heard you try apologise
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| All you did was deny it to my demise, oh, what a suprise
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| So whatcha know about my goals?
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| I’m feeling that you don’t quite know about me
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| I think you’re stepping on my toes
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| I think you’re stepping on my toes
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| I always hoped that you would reconsider me but
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| You had eyes for those guys that were six foot three
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| And had a degree
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| And now I know I’m so much better off without you
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| You wiped the cloth from my eyes, got me up off the couch
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| I started writing about you
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| Mm, mm-mm
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| So whatcha know about my goals?
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| I’m feeling that you don’t quite know about me
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| I think you’re stepping on my toes
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| I think you’re stepping on my toes
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| And if you could only feel just how I feel
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| Maybe you would realise
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| But the truth is that it hurts you to be real
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| What a way to live your life
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| So whatcha know about my goals?
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| I’m feeling that you don’t quite know about me
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| I think you’re stepping on my toes
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| I think you’re stepping on my toes
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| So whatcha know about my goals?
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| I’m feeling that you don’t quite know about me
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| I think you’re stepping on my toes
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| I think you’re stepping on my toes
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| So whatcha know about my goals? |