People love it when you lose.
You don't really need to find out what's going on.
Just leave well enough alone, eat your dirty laundry.
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I don't know who the girl with the loneliest eyes could be. I do know who the guy with the loneliest eyes is. I see them every morning in the mirror .....desolate.....barren.....forsaken.....melancholy.....wistful.....forlorn.....pensive.....crestfallen.
And I'm never coming back, oh no, oh no.
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