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She abandoned me left out in the cold |
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No suprises |
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I guess that's how it goes |
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Sits across from me in a booth in this dive |
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I contemplate how much more |
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I can survive |
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But- I'm alive so |
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I should be content |
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Then tell why the hell my whole world is bent |
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I was send to make and frustrate the population |
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Inbetween the alcohol and the copulation |
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What you callin' it |
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If you build it |
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I will break it |
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What's wrong, how you doin' |
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Naa, save it |
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Gave a fraction of all |
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I had to give |
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I guess I hold a grudge beacause you still got my rib, with cha |
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Beautiful eyes, and scrupulous lies |
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Now watch this circusclown run around in circles and try |
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Seems like all |
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I get to eat is |
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HopeGirl if we got along better we'd be dope |
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Oh walls, they surround me |
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Lonliness has found me |
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And for as much as |
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I complain |
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I'm lovin' it |
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And I only mention it so that |
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I can rub it in |
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Wake up to the sunlike, shake off last night |
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Check what's left and try to get the rest right |
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Decision, splitting, headache, lifting |
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Symptoms, matching, |
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Mama was afraid of it |
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Knowledge of self ain't as evil as they made it |
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Call it what you want |
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If you build it they will break it |
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The plain, the truth, there's no substitute |
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But sometimes she wears a disguise- yes you do |
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A story teller deals with life not |
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HopeGirl if we got along better we'd be dope |
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And that's the sound that a dog will make |
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When he's just been hit by a car |
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That's the tone that, hits close to home |
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When the cocaine outlives the star |
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That the noise, that disrupts the boys |
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When the q-ball packs the bowl |
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And these are the words that disturb the earth |
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When I walk away with your |
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Hope |
