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It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your pictures are falling down The steps that I retrace, the sad look on your face The timing and structure, did you hear he fucked her? A day late, a buck short, I'm writing the report On losing and failing, when I move, I'm flailing now And it's happened once again, I'll turn to a friend Someone that understands, and sees through the master plan But everybody's gone, and I've been here for too long To face this on my own, well, I guess this is growing up Well, I guess this is growing up And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview You'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy And I'll smile and you'll wave, we'll pretend it's okay The charade, it won't last, when he's gone, I won't come back A
