| You can fake it for a while
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| Bite your tongue and smile
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| Like every mother does her ugly child
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| But it starts to leaking out
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| Like spittle from a cloud
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| Amassed resentment pelting ounce and pound
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| You entertaining any doubt
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| Cause you had to know that I was fond of you
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| Fond of Y-O-U
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| Though I knew you masked your disdain
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| I can see the change was just too hard for us
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| Hard for us
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| You always had to hold the reigns
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| But where I’m headed, you just don’t know the way
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| So affections fade away
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| Or do adults just learn to play
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| The most ridiculous, repulsive games
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| All our favorite ruddy sons
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| And their double-barreled guns
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| You’d better hurry rabbit, run, run, run
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| Cause mincing you is fun
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| And there’s a lot of hungry hatters in this world set on taking it over
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| But brittle, thorny stems
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| They break before they bend
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| And neither one of us is one of them
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| And the tears will never mend
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| Cause you had it in for me so long ago
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| Boy, I still don’t know
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| I don’t know why and I don’t care
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| Well, hardly anymore
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| If you’d only seen yourself hating me
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| Hating me
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| When I’d been so much more than fair
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| But then you’d have to lay those feelings bare
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| One thing I know has still got you scared
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| Yeah, all that cold ire
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| And never once aired on a dare
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| You had to know that I was fond of you
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| Fond of Y-O-U
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| So I took your licks at the time
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| And a change like that is just so hard to do
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| Hard to do
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| Don’t let it whip-crack your life
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| And I’ll bow out from the fight
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| Those old pious sisters were right
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| The worst part is over
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| Now get back on that horse and ride |