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I'm not at all sure
What you're dressed up for
Or what you're coming for
So tell me you don't want it
Oh, it's the wrong cry
It's just a little lie
I hear it sliding your mind
So tell me why you do it
And never do it again
I watch you cry hard
To another guy
See you say goodbye
Tell me why you do it
When I need more
Oh, what a terrible bore
What a slog for
So tell me why you do it
And never do it again
Never do it again
Tell me why you do it
So tell me why you do it
And never do it again
And never do it again
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