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Who's gonna give a shit |
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Who's gonna take the call |
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When you find out that the road ahead |
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Is painted on a wall |
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And you're turned up to top volume |
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And you're just sitting there in pause |
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With your feral little secret |
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Scratching at you with its claws |
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And you're trying hard to figure out |
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Just exactly how you feel |
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Before you end up parked and sobbing |
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Forehead on the steering wheel |
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Who are you now |
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And who were you then |
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That you thought somehow |
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You could just pretend |
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That you could figure it all out |
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The mathematics of regret |
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So it takes two beers to remember now |
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And five to forget |
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That i loved you so |
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Yeah, i loved you, so what |
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How many times undone |
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Can one person be |
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As they're careening through the facade |
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Of their favorite fantasy |
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You just close your eyes slowly |
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Like you're waiting for a kiss |
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And hope some lowly little power |
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Will pull you out of this |
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But none comes at first |
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And little comes at all |
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And when inspiration finally hits you |
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It barely even breaks your fall |
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Who were you then |
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And who are you |
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Now that you can't pretend |
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That you can figure it all out |
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Subtract out the impact |
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And the fall is all you get |
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So it takes two beers to remember now |
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And three more to forget |
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That i loved you so |
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Yeah, i loved you, so what |
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I loved you |
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So what |
