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I am dry, |
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I'm your shirt, and |
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I've been hung out on a line |
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And I have designs so if you stain me, |
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I will still seem fine |
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But really, you're just wearing me out |
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Yeah really, you're just wearing me out |
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Yeah I've been told, my momma said, |
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I wear my heart on my sleeve |
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But I try to hide and roll it up, but every time it comes back creased |
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And no one is gonna iron me out |
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No, no one is gonna straighten me out |
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Yeah one of these days, it's coming on |
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I think that |
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I might just unfold |
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I'll rip the seams and tear some holes |
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And I'll probably get sold |
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But no one's gonna wear me out |
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No, no one's gonna wanna wear me out |
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Yeah one of these days, you'll put me on |
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I might not fit you anymore |
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But I won't mind, |
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I'll always find |
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My way into another drawer |
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And no one's gonna wear me out |
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No, no one's gonna wanna wear me out |
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I am dry, |
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I'm your shirt, and |
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I've been hung out on a line |
