If so and so was so delightful,
Go ahead, don't waste you life.
Shed it like a change of season.
Send a letter where the grass is greener.

Haven't been to sleep much lately.
Words you never said that grate on me.
Keep a secret flake of his life,
Call it happiness.

Chorus:
It would have been nice to be someone.
To have and to hold the only one.
There's nothing there, just bitterness.

If so and so was so delightful,
Go ahead, don't waste you life.
Shed it like a change of season.
Send a letter where the grass is greener.

It would have been nice to be someone.
To have and to hold the only one.
There's nothing there, just bitterness.
There's nothing there ---

Always the last to know and the first to cry.
Our summer years are nothing
As they're freudian-slipping by

It would have been nice to be someone.
To have and to hold the only one.
There's nothing there, just bitterness.
There's nothing there, just bitterness.
There's nothing there ---

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