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| Intro |
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| There was that song you wr | ote about the king who went broke |
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| It was the st | ory of you from the point of view of your deathbed blues |
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| And you'll never believe in me again until | that final day when you |
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| You sign, you sign out in that questionable way |
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| And you always wrote a song a day and they're always words that made me want to say, " | Shutup" |
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| I'm in the Hearts Club, I'm in the Hearts Club Band |
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| And I'm | not ever, ever coming back |
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| I ride on the back of your life, but I never take your advice |
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| You were cruel in | a different way than I was used to |
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| And you have the | funniest smile I've ever seen |
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| You | look, you look better underwater where my eyes can't see |
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| The detail in the face of who you pretend to be |
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| And you | always wrote a song a day and there was never room for yesterdays news |
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| I'm on the back end of you |
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| I'm in the Hearts Club, I'm in the Hearts Club Band |
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| And I'm | not ever, ever coming back |