| What’s happin'?
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| I haven’t seen you all week
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| I was at work the other day and
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| I couldn’t really speak
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| But it’s nice to see you
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| Although you lookin' tired
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| A little less wouldn’t have known
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| A little less wouldn’t hurt
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| Another weeknight we’re propping the bar up
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| Another insight that won’t count for too much
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| Whether or not it happens
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| I won’t be around to see
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| He tells me again that famous old story
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| The one that ends up in women
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| Always knowing those things never happened to him
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| They happened to me
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| These things, that these things happen
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| These things, that these things happen
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| These things, that these things happen
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| That these things happen to me
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| They happen to me
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| I got to go
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| I think I’ve seen enough
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| It bothers me, to see you gubbin' by that stuff
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| It was nice to see you man
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| But there’s nothing behind the smile
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| I’m going back where we began
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| I think I’ll be away a while
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| Another weeknight we’re propping the bar up
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| Another insight that won’t count for too much
|
| Whether or not it happens
|
| I won’t be around to see
|
| He tells me again that famous old story
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| The one that ends up in women
|
| Always knowing those things never happen to him
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| They happened to me
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| These things, that these things happen
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| These things, that these things happen
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| These things, that these things happen
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| That these things happen to me
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| They happen to me
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| They happen to me
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| They happen to me
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| They happen to me
|
| Another weeknight we’re propping the bar up
|
| Another insight that won’t count for too much
|
| Whether or not it happens
|
| I won’t be around to see
|
| He tells me again that famous old story
|
| The one that ends up in women
|
| Always knowing those things never happen to him
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| They happen to me
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| These things, that these things happen
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| These things, that these things happen
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| These things, that these things happen
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| That these things happen to me
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| They happen to me |