| I don’t know when it started
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| But it’s worse now than before
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| We could both be broken hearted
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| It’s so hard to be sure
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| But what are boyfriends for?
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| We went from perfect strangers
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| To less than perfect friends
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| But it’s the warmest night in ages
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| And I don’t have to pretend
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| It’s good seeing you again
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| And it’s more than a little pathetic
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| And I’m sure I’ll live to regret it
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| But I’m all for little athletics
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| You’re on your own
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| I’ll race you home
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| And maybe I’m just thoughtless
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| But I don’t think that’s fair
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| Of course we should be cautious
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| But I’m too tired to care
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| We’re less than halfway there
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| And it’s more than a little pathetic
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| And I’m sure I’ll live to regret it
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| But I’m all for little athletics
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| You’re on your own
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| I’ll race you home
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| I don’t know when it started
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| But it’s worse now than before
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| We could well be broken hearted
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| But what are boyfriends for?
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| I know you’re none too sure |