You said there¡¯s something about the way he says your name
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when you¡¯re hanging, conversations in the front lounge
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you discuss your favorite movies
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he¡¯s never seen the Newsies,
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but you both love anything Stephen King
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You see him watching from the corner of your eye
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he¡¯s always good at pretending he¡¯s preoccupied
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this is becoming so much more than you had planned
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you¡¯re only friends he swears it oh, you¡¯re just a lousy liar
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He¡¯s married
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he¡¯s married
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you don¡¯t know what you¡¯re doing
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You said he stares at you with the same eyes that squint in the sun
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and every morning he still wakes up beside her now
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some silly papers made a love that once burned wild
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into a joke that wasn¡¯t funny can¡¯t be funny when it hurts
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He¡¯s married
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he¡¯s married
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you don¡¯t know what you¡¯re doing
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How are you supposed to heal this broken man,
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put him together, fix him right up
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you¡¯re such a tiny girl?
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you say he¡¯s always loving you so well
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but you can¡¯t be his yet
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He¡¯s married
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he¡¯s married
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you don¡¯t know what you¡¯re doing
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Married
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| Lisa Loeb |
