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Now and then I think of when we were together  Like when you said you felt so happy you could die  Told myself that you were right for me  But felt so lonely in your company  But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness  Like resignation to the end  Always the end  So when we found that we could not make sense  Well you said that we would still be friends  But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over But you didn’t have to cut me off  Make out like it never happened  And that we were nothing  I don’t even need your love  But you treat me like a stranger  And that feels so rough  No, you didn’t have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records  And then change your number  I guess that I don’t need that though  Now you’re just somebody that I used to know } x 3 Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over  But had me believing it was always something that I’d done  And I don’t want to live that way  Reading into every word you say  You said that you could let it go  And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know… But you didn’t have to cut me off  Make out like it never happened  And that we were nothing  I don’t even need your love  But you treat me like a stranger  And that feels so rough  No, you didn’t have to stoop so low  Have your friends collect your records  And then change your number  I guess that I don’t need that though  Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No, you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know } x 3

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t want to live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No, you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold  And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.  When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed  With a word she can get what she came for.  Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.  There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure  ‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.  In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings,  Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.  Ooh, it makes me wonder,  Ooh, it makes me wonder.  There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,  And my spirit is crying for leaving.  In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,  And the voices of those who standing looking.  Ooh, it makes me wonder,  Ooh, it really makes me wonder.  And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune  Then the piper will lead us to reason.  And a new day will dawn for those who stand long  And the forests will echo with laughter.  If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now,  It’s just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run  There’s still time to change the road you’re on.  And it makes me wonder.  Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know,  The piper’s calling you to join him,  Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know  Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.  And as we wind on down the road  Our shadows taller than our soul.  There walks a lady we all know  Who shines white light and wants to show  How everything still turns to gold.  And if you listen very hard  The tune will come to you at last.  When all are one and one is all  To be a rock and not to roll.  And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now,
It’s just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know,
The piper’s calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.