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Since my heart is golden
I’ve got sense to hold it
Tempted just to make an ugly scene
No I’m not as proper
My money’s in copper
Ripped down from the brownstones to the stream
Listen, I’m your friend don’t quote me
But not a friend worth noting
So please don’t never note me as a friend
Who says we have cold hearts
Acting out our old parts
Let’s perform our favourite little scene

I get carried away, carried away, from you
When I’m open and afraid
Cause I’m sorry, sorry bout that
Sorry bout things that I’ve said
Always there to get to my head

All your appeal, once again with feeling
Higher education making sense
Justify your thesis, certain that you need this
Tell me what your point is in defense
Listen, I don’t really know you
And I don’t think I want you
But I think I can fake it if you can
Let’s agree there’s no need, no more talk of money
Let’s just keep pretending to be friends, oho

I get carried away, carried away, from you
When I’m open and afraid
Cause I’m sorry, sorry bout that
Sorry bout things that I’ve said
Always there to get to my head

Wake up in the morning, wake up in the evening
Wake up when you want to
Cause no one’s really watching
Won’t you have something to say about it
But we all have problems
We all having problems
And we all got something to say

I get carried away, carried away, from you
When I’m open and afraid
Cause I’m sorry, sorry bout that
Sorry bout things that I’ve said
Always there to get to my head

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