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I took the 405 and drove a stake down into your center, |
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and stated that it's never ever been better than this. |
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I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard, |
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wrinkled up from pulling pushing and tasting, tasting. |
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You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew. |
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Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer. |
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I missed the exit to your parents' house hours ago. |
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Red wine and the cigarettes: |
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hide your bad habits underneath the patio, patio, patio, patio. |
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You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew. |
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You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew. |
