| I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of me
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| I’m a local celebrity
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| But not the kind you look to Hollywood for
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| No flashing lights or autographs
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| In fact, people avoid me if they can
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| I got no fans hanging right outside of my door
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| And I hear them whispering when I pass
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| Saying to each other, «Is that the man
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| With a broken heart?»
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| 'Cause you tore it apart
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| And now everybody knows my name
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| Everybody feels my pain
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| But you don’t even a care
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| You’re so unaware
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| I’m left to deal with the shame
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| Now everybody knows that I’m
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| Just a bum without you by my side
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| Welcome to the show
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| Everybody knows
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| Everyone but you
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| Everyone but you
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| I got a thousand friends that follow me
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| Just to read about my misery
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| I’m popular for reasons that I hate
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| And I strike up conversation
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| Most time with total strangers
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| Anyone who listens to my fate
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| But they shake their heads and they walk away
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| And all I’m left with is this fame
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| And a broken heart
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| 'Cause you tore it apart
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| And now everybody knows my name
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| Everybody feels my pain
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| But you don’t even a care
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| You’re so unaware
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| I’m left to deal with the shame
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| Now everybody knows that I’m
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| Just a bum without you by my side
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| Welcome to the show
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| Everybody knows
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| Everyone but you
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| Everyone but you
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| Everyone but you…
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| Now if I die today would you even come?
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| Written on my grave will say, «Here lies someone
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| With a broken heart
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| 'Cause she tore it apart.»
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| Everybody knows my name
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| Everybody feels my pain
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| But you don’t even a care
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| You’re so unaware
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| I’m left to deal with the shame
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| Now everybody knows that I’m
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| Just a bum without you by my side
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| Welcome to the show
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| Everybody knows
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| Everyone but you
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| Everyone but you
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| Everyone but you…
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| I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of me
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| I’m a local celebrity
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| That all the people know, everyone but you |