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How I don't know how to sing, I can barely play this thing |
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But you never seem to mind and you tell me to **** off |
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When I need somebody to, how you make me laugh so hard |
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How whole years refuse to stay where we told them to, bad dog |
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Locked up whining in a word or a misplaced souvenir |
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How the past chews on your shoes, and these memories lick my ear |
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I know you might roll your eyes at this |
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But I'm so glad that you exist |
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How we waste our precious time marching in the picket lines |
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That surround those striking hearts and the time is never now |
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And we know who we should love but we're never certain how |
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I know you might roll your eyes at this |
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But I'm so glad that you exist |
