| Too long
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| I hope you’re doin' half as good
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| As you make it seem
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| I guess we moved on
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| Where there was us
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| And now there’s you
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| And then, there’s me
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| And now you walk right in
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| Like anybody else
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| But catchin' up, it ain’t the same
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| 'Cause now we talk like we never did
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| I’d rather not, just feels like it’s scripted
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| Like, «How's your job?»
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| I don’t give a shit
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| I know you’re more than that
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| Two kids
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| Ridin' out the summer
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| Playin' house
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| Now, things have changed
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| I guess we’re old friends
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| Have you made up with your brother?
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| There’s so much that we could say
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| And now you walk right in
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| Ask me, «How's your music been?
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| Save it, it’s just me
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| 'Cause now we talk like we never did
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| I’d rather not, just feels like it’s scripted
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| Like, «How's your job?» |
| I don’t give a shit
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| I know you’re more than that
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| I know you’re more than that
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| And now it’s small talk, small talk
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| And now it’s such small talk, small talk
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| And now it’s small talk, small talk
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| And now it’s such small talk, small
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| 'Cause now we talk like we never did
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| I’d rather not, just feels like it’s scripted
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| Like, «How's your job?» |
| I don’t give a shit
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| I didn’t know how much I would miss it
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| And now it’s small talk, small talk
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| And now it’s such small talk, small talk
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| And now it’s small talk, small talk
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| And now it’s such small talk, small |