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This time 'round how can I pretend |
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That I'm not a bad bad man |
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Old haunts with new zeros |
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A fading view of adulthood |
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Swinging key parties |
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Well I hear it's a west coast thing |
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Don't play down your hopeless intrigue |
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Well not everyone's lawn |
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Gets mowed twice a week |
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What's that supposed to mean? |
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I could be as faithful as a seahorse |
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And if you were a marine biologist |
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You'd know how tender that line was |
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Honey pick up on the bittersweet |
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The tragedy that's life's limbo stick |
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'Cause there's a tear jerker waiting in the wings |
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Well that's still no reason to be so devoid of feeling |
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Once you were a trophy for me |
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And as luck would have it I a trophy for you |
