| They’re getting ugly
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| They’re a horror show
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| And now we’re laughing, 'cause they’ll never know
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| That they have everything
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| We give them all of our own
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| And they tell us they’re sick and they’re all alone
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| They make fools of us together
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| But we always think of them
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| All their laughing and their talking
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| And their wasting of our time
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| And it always hurts to see them
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| Now that everything is different
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| We don’t like to see their eyes
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| 'Cause they will never look the same
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| They shut the door
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| We fell far behind
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| We try forgiveness
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| But they cross the line
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| And now the moment has passed and we can’t rewind
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| We are dead long before we run out of time
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| They make fools of us together
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| But we always think of them
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| All their laughing and their talking
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| And their wasting of our time
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| And it always hurts to see them
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| Now that everything is different
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| We don’t like to see their eyes
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| 'Cause they will never look the same
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| They make fools of us together
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| But we always think of them
|
| All their laughing and their talking
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| And their wasting of our time
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| And it always hurts to see them
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| Now that everything is different
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| We don’t like to see their eyes
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| 'Cause they will never look the same |