Don't tell me
that you've had a bad day
You should have been here by eight
something got in the way
I've heard that before
You felt bad, you couldn't
get a car
And when you did you couldn't
get far with it
a flat tyre, I've heard it before
But I know what the truth is
It's someone else
I don't want you to admit it is
No I don't want you to admit it
Now this day is over soon
I have to see you again tomorrow afternoon
I've heard that before
You don't want me to follow you home
Cos you don't want me to see
that you're not alone
I don't want to know more
Cos I know what the truth is ...
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