| Say you see through the folly
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| But you do it for the fame
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| And I’m fighting the jetstream
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| Drinking cheap wine on airplanes
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| You’re in L.A., not Chicago
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| Key under mat
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| I walk the dog, order in Home alone
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| Found your letter on a full moon Sunday night
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| Some other girl in your spell, casting plans for her life
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| Pour the vodka and it dulls sharp lies
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| Breathe the words of diamonds on rings
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| And you didn’t mean to do it
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| So I don’t have to believe it If you didn’t really mean it The magical thinking gets us by Sing for the after show
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| Those candy-colored lips
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| Your age is showing and you’ve gotta work harder for it It’s always easier with freshmen
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| I’m not as clever, it should bring you to life
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| And you didn’t mean to do it
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| So I don’t have to believe it If you didn’t really mean it The magical thinking gets us by My fairweather friend
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| Fairweather friend
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| Live for the folly, but you did it for the fame
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| Now you’re fragile as porcelain
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| Drinking cheap wine on airplanes
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| Did I ever leave Chicago?
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| I got your message
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| Glad you’re doing well
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| And you didn’t mean to do it
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| So I don’t have to believe it If we didn’t really mean it The magical thinking gets us by Gets us by Gets us by Say you see through the folly
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| But you did it for the fame
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| Say you see through the folly
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| But you did it for the fame
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| Say you see through the folly
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| But you did it for the fame
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| Say you see through the folly
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| But you did it for the fame
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| My fairweather friend |