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I'm never, ever going see you again Am I? Am I? But, I guess it's for the best Yeah, I know it's for the best But, you, you, you And your simple tattoos You picked off the wall Did anyone ever tell you You got no imagination at all? I could get by on so much less You know this But it still doesn't help the sting It still doesn't help things Heard that you've been smoking again We all do what we have to And I've been lying wishing you all the best Oh, my sweet man, what has become of you? You are the sweetest man I ever knew With eyes so blue, blue I could get by on so much less You know this But it still doesn't help the sting It still doesn't help things Still doesn't help the sting From Letras Mania