| «Get away from me,» I wanted to say
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| I’ve held myself back so many times from saying this to you
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| I’ll take the picture, and I’ll fake the smile
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| It’s funny you showed up, where’ve you been the past four years?
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| But now that I’ve got your attention, let me tell you what’s been on my mind
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| You forgot about the ones you grew up with
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| And continue living as if I don’t exist
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| Those full-time jobs, they never paid enough
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| To make it out to a single show
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| Those full-time jobs, they never paid enough
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| To make it out to a single show
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| But these words fall on deaf ears
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| Because most of my friends will never hear these words
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| So I’ll speak freely
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| To those of you I knew the most yet cared the least about me
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| You’re the reason that I’ll speak freely
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| But I do know if you do hear this song you’re going to call me up and say
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| «Michael, what’s wrong? |
| Is everything ok?»
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| And I’m gonna tell you this:
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| «No! |
| It’s not ok!
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| 'Cause for the past four years you haven’t said a single thing
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| Yes, something’s wrong
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| One-sided frienships only last for so long»
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| No one is communicating
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| What’s keeping things from fading away?
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| Oh yeah, don’t forget the ones you grew up with
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| Because when your four years are up, my dear
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| I can guarantee that you’ll end up back here
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| When those crazy years come to an end
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| I can assure you that you’ll be the one without any friends
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| Hold it, hold it!
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| Hold that thought
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| Wake up Class of Twenty-Ten
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| I’ve got something to say, I’ve got something to say
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| When we’re all done growing up
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| You’re gonna wish we would have stayed in touch
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| Wake up Class of Twenty-Ten
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| I’ve got something to say, something to say
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| Four years now I haven’t seen your face
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| I warned you two years ago, wake up |