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Things are shaping up to be pretty odd Little deaths in musical beds So it seems I'm someone I've never met You will only hear these elegant crimes Fall on your ears from criminal dimes They spill unfound from a pretty mouth And everybody gets there, everybody gets their And everybody gets their way I never said I missed him when everybody kissed him And I'm the only one to blame Things have changed for me, and that's okay I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say Things have changed for me, and that's okay I want to go where everyone goes I want to know what everyone knows I want to go where everyone feels the same I never said I'd leave the city I never said I'd leave this town A falling out we won't tiptoe about And everybody gets there, everybody gets their And everybody gets their way I never said I missed him when everybody kissed him And I'm the only one to blame Things have changed for me, and that's okay I feel the same, I'm on my way and I say Things have changed for me, and that's okay |