Did somebody try to catch your eye And almost change your sad expression? Did somebody's hand linger too long? Must I now make my confession? But you'll never know what suspicion is until you lie awake And every night you ask yourself, "What am I to do?" Can it be so hard to calculate? When three goes into two, there's nothing left over How's it gonna feel? This time it's real It's not a temporary fracture This is what you get The stage is set for you and your attempted rapture Is he gonna smile that indulgent smile when you come running home? And every night you ask yourself, "What am I to do?" Can it be so hard to calculate? When three goes into two, there's nothing left over What am I gonna do? I look at you You seem to be so long past caring Did somebody say we can still be friends? Only to find out that it's a joke So ask yourself Can it be so hard to calculate? When three goes into two, there's nothing left over
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