| My arrows never seem to find
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| A target or an alibi
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| I know you don’t belong to me
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| But soon enough you’ll have to be alone
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| Cuz I’m alone
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| The animals are on the loose
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| In a den of ill repute
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| The singer recites poetry from a
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| A second story balcony and
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| Although I’m still confused
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| By the science of excuse
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| They say our star may never rise
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| I’m staying up all night to find out
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| Every lover lies sometimes
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| Every lover lies
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| Sylvia cries beside the bed
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| While San Francisco looms ahead
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| There’s a handsome ransom to be paid
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| For dreaming of Faye Dunaway
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| Although I’m still confused
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| By the science of excuse
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| They say our star may never rise
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| I’m staying up all night to find out
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| Every lover lies sometimes
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| Every lover lies sometimes
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| Picture the guilt stricken boy again
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| Professing love to the very end
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| And there goes the bullfighting girl in red
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| Jealousy is her last defense
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| The spectators are in a state
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| Cuz the entertainment’s second rate so
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| Although I’m still confused
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| By the science of excuse
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| They say our star may never rise
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| I’m staying up all night to find out
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| Every every every lover lies
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| Every every every lover lies
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| Every every every lover lies
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| Every every every lover lies
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| And I know it’s wrong to be proud
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| In such a prominent crowd
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| But have your heard the rumors?
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| If you like bad advice
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| It’s not worth doing
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| If you don’t think twice |