| What were you thinkning years ago
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| When you did what you did- and said I didn’t know
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| Well I’m here now, my only chance gone
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| Seems funny to me how you’ve changed your song
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| But you can’t take back the things you said
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| And you can’t take back, the things you did
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| Strange how you change when you get older
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| It’s funny how the past comes back to haunt you
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| You had the support, and the support was you
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| I tried to make it work, I wish you had tried too
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| Like a Dali abstract- it was all fucked up
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| Now I’m dying in the gutter- down on my luck
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| But you can’t take back the things you said
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| And you can’t take back, the things you did
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| Strange how you change when you get older
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| It’s funny how the past comes back to haunt you
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| Stop what you’re doing and think for a minute
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| If only for a moment it’s better than nothing
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| And you’ll see that we’ve got something
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| Won’t you see, that we’ve got something
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| But you can’t take back the things you said
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| And you can’t take back, the things you did
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| Strange how you change when you get older
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| It’s funny how the past comes back to haunt you
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| Maybe someday — We can heal the wounds
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| I’d like to think — That we can do that soon
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| Times have changed — The good times gone
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| But we can make it work — if we’ll admit we’re wrong
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| Yeah
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| But you can’t take back the things you said
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| And you can’t take back, the things you did
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| Strange how you change when you get older
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| It’s funny how the past comes back to haunt you
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| But you can’t take back the things you said
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| And you can’t take back, the things you did
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| Strange how you change when you get older
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| It’s funny how the past comes back to haunt you |