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every time that you shout from across the street
never comes out a sound, just the way you look at me
what have you heard about me
from those kids i always see you hanging out with?
what kind of gossip, calculations?
we've got something to hide on my side of town
you know it's no real surprise, but word gets around
i don't know what you heard about me
from those kids i always see you hanging out with
their outlet, indignation
when they call up your house, you're nowhere to be found
say you're not coming out, but you still come around
i know you're no good with secrets
you always seem to forget just what the point is
i hear the words slipping out of your lips
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