There is somebody
That I used to know
Her voice is just the same
When I call her on the phone
But then when I'm with her
I can't even see her
I can't even see her
She's not even there
I'm sure there were good times,
I can't remember
The past is like and illness
That won't ever get better
So why all the trouble?
To put on such a show?
To carry the charade?
If you never even cared?
Well, I don't feel much like crying
And all this talk is getting exhausting
I guess we could have had better timing
But there's never a good time
For a nuclear explosion
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