It's not a song about old friends,
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backstabbers, leeches, or cretins.
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It's not about you, and it isn't true.
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It's not a song about family,
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how the lack thereof can be crippling.
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It's not about, and it isn't true.
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These songs are getting smothered
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by the consideration of others.
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It's not a song about another girl,
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an old flame I'd like to rekindle.
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It's not about you, and it isn't true.
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It's not about our conversations
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(don't worry, I'm not taping).
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It's not about you, and it isn't true.
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Some stories can get so dull,
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so you get a little personal...
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Lately, I've been afraid,
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maybe I say too much.
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Maybe the ones involved are feeling the rub
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-- while I play dumb.
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I'm sure this sentiment
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could come off as arrogant;
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to assume you're all hung up
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on such triflin' melody.
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It's not you -- it's me with whom I'm concerned...
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What have I done?
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...censored.
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The Censor
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Cursive |