Hard Advice

Sometimes late at night

I turn on the radio

Your music fills the room

I just can't seem to get away from you

Saw a life-size paper doll of you

In a record store

My friends as well as me

Can't seems to let you go

It was finished long ago

Sometimes he's my best friend

Even when he's not around

But the sound of his voice

Well it follows me down

And reminds me

Another famous friend told me

Love does end

Make a clean break

He didn't tall about heartache

You have to let him go

Oh oh

Get over it

Remember how it was

Before our infamous pasts had begun

You have to let him go

He gives such hard advice, oh

He gives such hard advice

He says don't think twice

Turn off the radio

It was finished long ago

Go write some real songs

This is all wrong

Sometimes he's my best friend

Even when he's not around

But the sound of his voice

Well it follows me down

And reminds me

You have to get over this

This pain's gone on too long

Go and write some real songs

Stay out of music stores

Don't buy that doll

Sometimes, sometimes

Turn off the radio

Turn off the radio

Don't buy that doll

Don't buy that doll