| How could I tell you had more than usual to say?
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| The day you left I sang, «Et tu Brute?»
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| And your old friend was telling me today
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| That you were singing exactly the same
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| And you were sick of yourself, and everyone else
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| You looked as thin as white as snow, your eyes as clear as ice
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| You looked at me, I looked at you. |
| You did what you had to
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| «Say ah, say ah,» the doctor said, «Say ah.»
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| You have to kick the town
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| The pubs that bleed you at night — oh your town’s fully furnished
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| A fly trap with traffic lights
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| And you were stuck to bars and bass guitars
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| And rooms and girls, (dishwater blondes)
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| And faces — they don’t wanna know you
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| They just want a shoulder to get pissed on
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| And it happened again —
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| The heart inquires why I didn’t know then what I know now
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| How could I tell you just needed a push to stay?
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| The day you left I sang «Et tu Brute?» |