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Sometimes she slips into a comma |
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Nothin' there but the whites of her eyes |
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Sometimes she tries to brush her teeth |
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She's busy chasing invisible flies |
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Well, she's a waste of a perfectly good day |
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And I don't wanna hear |
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About the little green men in her backyard |
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And all the shit you can fear |
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I don't know where she goes |
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She's staring into space |
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REFRAIN: |
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I thought about it |
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And I don't get it |
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How could she forget all she had |
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I knew her when she knew the simple truth |
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And I knew her when she was tangerine |
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Some days she wears her junior prom dress |
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Heads straight for the grocery-store |
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Buys a razor and a bottle of pills |
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Then can't remember what she got them for |
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Well, she's a waste of a perfectly good time |
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And I don't wanna hear |
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About how being swallowed by the TV |
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Or being pulled through a mirror |
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I don't know where she goes |
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She's staring at the stars |
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-REFRAIN- |
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Someone with something to say |
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She'd never throw it all away |
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I knew her when she was tangerine, tangerine |