Knocked on your door, early one night
You barely opened enough for the light
Through a mirror I could see all my things

Stacked just out of sight

I thought it strange, but you said anyway
Let's take a walk, I have something to say
It was out under a lot, on a bench
Down in the park

I'm a con man, comes out with the press
Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore
You showed me a list of my things by your door

You will find some school paper of mine
I see your light and pen on your side
A list of all my pros and cons
That you see

The saddest things is that I can't disagree
What I'm missing I couldn't see
You said it's done, ? goes out three

I'm a con man, comes out with the press
Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore
You showed me a list of my things by your door

The wind blows cold as you weep
Softly explain I'm not what you need
I can tell you why I disagree
Oh, love is gone, but it's not up with me

I'm a con man, comes out with the press
Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore
You showed me a list of my things by your door
I'm a con man, comes out with the press
Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore
You showed me a list of my things by your door

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