| He’s not just here to change your light bulbs
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| He’s not here to check your mains
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| He’s here because he’s fascinated
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| Your liege, your fancy, your slave
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| He calls each day too early
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| And you’re piqued by his politeness
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| And the bakery treats and the sliced deli meats
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| You’re charmed, but they’re far from the best
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| He turns on his heels again, yeah
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| There’s better ways to say goodbye
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| You gave him the moments money just can’t buy
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| The good guys may finish last, they need no other prize
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| It’s no secret, it’s no secret
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| It’s a decommissioned lifestyle
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| The badge is buried in his chest
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| Would you take him in each second night
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| But you’re not living with second best
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| So pack your credit card and fresh change
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| There’s so many to see disrobed
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| And when you hear you’re slinging stones in the glass house
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| Will you understand just why I’m alone
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| Slicing it up to the bone, yeah
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| There’s better ways to say goodbye
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| You gave him the moments no money just can’t buy
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| The good guys may finish last, they need no other prize
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| You gave him the moments money just can’t buy
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| The good ones may finish last, they need no other prizes
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| So bones may heal, and chicks dig scars
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| 'Cept all the ones surrounding hearts
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| There’s a million handsome goons with pretty tunes
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| But the coupons they got there, the patience too
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| Look, there he goes
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| And it ain’t after you, sweetheart
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| There’s better ways to say goodbye
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| You gave him the moments money just can’t buy
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| The good guys may finish last, they need no other prize
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| You gave him the moments money just can’t buy
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| The good ones may finish last, they need no other prizes
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| It’s no secret, it’s no secret, it’s no secret |