| We were searching for an easy way to say to you
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| But the writings on the wall, oh oh, are
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| Oh, we’ve come to see what you say and what you are
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| But you believed us (?) wanted more
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| (Uma) Why are you hiding?
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| (Uma) The world isn’t crying
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| (Uma) Oh, I wish I didn’t love you but I (ooooo)
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| (Uma) Better watch what you say
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| (Uma) When you talk in that way
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| (Uma) I wish I didn’t love you, but I (ooooo)
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| Pass the public school in an early evening pick-up run
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| Where’s the story of boulevards?
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| Uma says it’s funny how memories, they’re like shredding suns
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| Quietly shaping who we are, are are
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| (Uma) Why are you hiding?
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| (Uma) The world isn’t crying
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| (Uma) Oh, I wish I didn’t love you but I (ooooo)
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| (Uma) Better watch what you say
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| (Uma) When you talk in that way
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| (Uma) I wish I didn’t love you, but I (ooooo)
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| We were hoping for a better way to explain to you
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| But we’d be lying after all, all
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| There’s a Cadillac parked on 32nd Avenue
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| Shining head-lights on your door
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| (Uma) Why are you hiding?
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| (Uma) The world isn’t crying
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| (Uma) Oh, I wish I didn’t love you but I (ooooo)
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| (Uma) Better watch what you say
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| (Uma) When you talk in that way
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| (Uma) I wish I didn’t love you, but I (ooooo) |