You write the good songs, baby.
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I'll write until the end.
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And you can stand (up) above us.
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And we can still be friends.
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It's like a jigsaw maybe.
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You found the corner piece first.
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We've never asked (you) for nothing.
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You're always bearing gifts, aren't you?
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You could see us through.
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Your stage is calculated.
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You're hugging stars backstage.
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But I like the old songs better.
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This thing was made for you and me. For you and me!
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You could see us through.
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I'll see you through.
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Jigsaw
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| Mates Of State |
