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The stage was set again And I still didn't notice exactly what was going on there Did I hear you say something? Or was it another childish innuendo? I chose to be alone Now I can't complain I've been locked-out before But now your welcome mat has been pulled from beneath my feet Will I still be getting my turns? Now I know I should have made my move some time ago I chose to be alone Now I can't complain I'll just mope around for awhile Because it's all that I can do The hardest part of making my mistakes I always rub them in my face What have I done? I hope you'll never known Why would you care anyway? Do you still talk about me? I know it sounds so silly, but it means so much to me Do you still talk about me? Letras de cancionesAnother face in your audience Will I still be getting my turns? Now I know I should have made my move some time ago I chose to be alone Now I can't complain From Letras Mania