| I sat down and wrote this letter
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| Telling you that I felt better
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| Since you’ve gone and I was free
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| I’m so happy
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| I have so little time to spare now
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| I’m wanted almost everywhere now
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| I make out like Casanova
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| Friends are always coming over
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| I signed my name as if I meant it
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| And sealed it with a kiss and sent it
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| The letter headed through my mood
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| Happy in my solitude
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| But halfway home I changed my tune
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| And when I saw my lonely room
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| The mirror caught my eye
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| When I sat down, I cried
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| Big lie, small world
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| It was a big lie, small world
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| I had to intercept that letter
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| Telling you that I was better
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| I raced to catch the postman’s van
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| He was leaving as I ran
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| I missed the bus, I missed the train
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| I end up walking in the rain
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| Big dog chased me down the street
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| Hadn’t had a bite to eat
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| Feeling sorry for myself
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| And wishing I was someone else
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| I walked across the city
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| Because I couldn’t stand your pity
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| The place you live looks opulent
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| And obviously a higher rent
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| Than a cozy little room
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| I had this sense of doom
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| Your landlord says you’re out of town
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| But your new boyfriend’s always around
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| The hour was getting late
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| So I sit down and wait
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| Here’s the postman with my letter
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| Coming down the path he better
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| Give that thing to me
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| I have to make him see
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| Begging doesn’t do the trick
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| He thinks that I’m a lunatic
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| But then who comes upon the scene
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| But your new boyfriend, Mr. Clean
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| I hit the postman, hit your lover
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| Grabbed the letter, ran for cover
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| The police arrived in time for tea
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| They said they’d like to question me
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| But I can only curse my fate
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| I had to face the magistrate
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| It hasn’t been the best of days
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| I’d like to fly away
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| Big lie, small world
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| It was a big lie, small world
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| Big lie, small world |