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There's people talking, they talk about me They know my name, they think they know everything, but they don't know - anything - about me.Get me a record, Forget what they say Cause I need to go, need to getaway, tonight; Im not saposta let it bother me, but i guess im a little bit week.. Let me know that I've done wrong When I've known this all along // So a day when you've lost yourself completely Could be a night when your life ends\\ Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving All the pain held in your Hands. So bottle up old love, And throw it out to sea, Watch it away as you cry Now a year has past The seasons go
There's people talking, they talk about me
They know my name, they think they know everything, but they don't know anything about me
I don't think you're worth a second glance.
and now you're gone
I guess that all you've got is all you're gonna get,
so much for, so much more
You'll find a way to make things right.