Robbie Williams

Well there's three versions of this story -
Mine, yours and then the truth,
And we can put it down to circumstance,
Our childhood, then our youth
Out of some sentimental gain
I wanted you to feel my pain,
But it came back return to sender,
I read your mind and tried to call,
My tears could fill the Albert Hall,
Is this the sound of sweet surrender?
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What a shame we never listened,
I told you through the television
And all that went away was the price we paid,
People spend a lifetime this way
And that's how they stay,
Oh what a shame
So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus
And with your poster 30 foot at the back of Toys-R-Us
I wrote a letter in my mind,