The first chord's the favorite of everyone indeed
It rings of possibilities, of all the things you thought a song could be
Of all your hopes and dreams
La dee dee dee dee dee

The next chord it dissapoints, it dissapoints like me
It heads in a direction, and it stifles other opportunities
Of what the song could mean
La dee dee dee dee dee
And now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore
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And now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before
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The first time i kissed you we heard different things for sure
I thought it was a lovesong yeah, but a short one yeah, well you were hearing more
We both heard different chords
We're different that's for sure

And now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore
And now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before
Well it's the last time that i'll hurt you i scream, at the top of my lungs
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What the hell has happened to the way things used to be
When freedom meant much more than living harnessed gracefully
And i could tell you that i loved you and believe it faithfully,
Dee dee dee dee
And now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore
♪
And now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before
Well it's the last time that i'll hurt you i scream, at the top of my lungs