Is there a reason For things that you say? The way you're treating me All the games I won't play Well it's too late, no longer one Don't want you, the damage is done
Will you miss me When I leave you behind? Will you tell your friends I treated you unkind? Well it's over now, and I'm on the run I don't want you, the damage is done
There have been rumors That my sense of humor is lacking in some ways To me that's no reason, it's tantamount to treason See what the judge has to say You need to find someone half as blind As I am to your games And maybe you'll find out what it's all about And it can drive you insane
Ooh the damage is done And now I feel it's too late The damage is done It's over Now I'm on the run And baby you and I know The damage is done
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