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Text: The Color Fred. Don't Pretend.

Don't pretend to care
Don't apologize
Don't tell me I'm right
I know what's not mine

Responsibility, is a four letter word around here
Where the lines tend to blur
But I smell the smoke on you dress
I know exactly where you were

Don't pretend to care
Don't apologize
Don't tell me I'm right
I know what's not mine

The underhand in this, oh the stories that were told
They meant nothing man, now makes so much sense
Don't say a word, it already shows
Well the emperor is marching down that street
But he's not wearing any clothes

Don't pretend to care
Don't apologize
Don't tell me I'm right
I know what's not
Well I know what's not
And I know what's not
And I know what's not
And I know what's not mine
I know what's not
And I know what's not
And I know what's not mine

You could try to see
But you've been trying me
No way to forgive
What's it worth now
Well you know its not so

Don't pretend to care
Don't pretend to care
Don't pretend to care
Don't pretend to care
You know what's not right
I know where you stand
And I know what's not mine
Color Fred (The)