| In the car park
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| I find it hard not to suffocate
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| The feelings I’ve got
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| You’re here with a friend that I like
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| He must be seeing you
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| To stand around in resignation
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| A decade from your confirmation
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| Guess it’s just a missed opportunity
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| To tell you all the things
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| That you mean to me
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| I’m feeling selfish, feeling cruel
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| Like you know l do
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| It’s sort of cold out
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| And we both doubt
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| That friends can be oblivious
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| To all the things they used to do to
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| One another
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| I don’t think you’ve got the reasons
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| Stay alarmed and keep me reeling
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| Guess it’s just a missed opportunity
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| To tell you all the things
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| That you mean to me
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| I’m feeling selfish, feeling cruel
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| Like you know l do
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| One last call for sympathy
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| I know you’ve got the energy too
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| Nine times out of seventy
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| You think it’s elementary, do you?
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| He seems like an alibi
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| Impulsive sparks that magnify shame
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| I’ve gone and fought another fight
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| I don’t think you’ve got the right to blame
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| (In the car park)
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| Guess it’s just a missed opportunity
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| (Think about it)
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| To tell you all the things
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| That you mean to me
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| (Feel it too)
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| I’m feeling selfish, feeling cruel
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| (Don't ask why)
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| Like you know l do
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| Guess it’s just a missed opportunity
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| To tell you all the things
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| That you mean to me
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| I’m feeling selfish, feeling cruel
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| Like you know l do |