| I once had a girlfriend
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| But then one day she dumped me
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| And everywhere I’d go
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| People would ask me where she was
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| I don’t want to talk about her
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| Someone always asks about her
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| So I tell them all my girlfriend’s dead
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| I say it’s leukemia
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| Or sometimes bulimia
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| Or a great big truck ran her over
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| And chopped off her head
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| I don’t want to talk about her
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| But someone always asks about her
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| So I tell them all she’s dead
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| I guess there’s a part of me
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| That likes the sympathy
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| Or the looks on their faces when I tell them
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| How she passed away
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| I don’t want to talk about her
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| But someone always asks about her
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| So I tell them all she’s dead
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| (My girlfriend’s dead)
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| My girlfriend’s dead you see
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| It’s a total lie, but it’s easier on me
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| Than having to admit that she likes someone else
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| (My girlfriend’s dead)
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| My girlfriends dead you know
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| Please change the subject or I’m going to go
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| Jump off a building and join her in heaven
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| I don’t want to talk about her
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| But someone always asks about her
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| So I tell them all she’s dead
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| I once had a girlfriend
|
| But then one day she dumped me
|
| And everywhere I’d go
|
| People would ask me where she was
|
| I don’t want to talk about her
|
| But someone always asks about her
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| So I tell them all my girlfriend’s dead
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| I don’t want to talk about her
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| But someone always asks about her
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| So I tell them all my girlfriend’s dead |