Lyrics:

And you don’t have to say those mean things …
when you curse me out on the end of the telephone…
Now I’m staring at my shoes going all the way home…
cause I’m breaking down and the cracks well they start to show…
Raise your glass and toast to the man that I was…

Things You Think You Know …

Well you don’t have to go your own way…
you can stay right here with my heart beating next to you…
I’ll be up all night loving all those things you do …
and I’m getting old and the scars well they start to show …
Raise your glass and drink to the man that I was …

Things You Think You Know…

Oh, I’m sorry I let you go…
Sorry I let you go, Sorry I let you…

You don’t have to go, Please don’t go…

And you don’t have to say those mean things …
when you curse me out on the end of the telephone…

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