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Don't look now, things just got worse |
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I'm drunk again |
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I swear this crescent, is just a curse |
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I got here by killing off all my friends |
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I think I figured it out |
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My life begins when the fun ends |
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I've got my wings |
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I'm free to go as I please |
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Yeah, I got my wings |
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Now nothing really pleases me 'til |
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Everything falls apart |
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Then I get to try to |
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Put it back together |
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Everything falls apart |
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And you can count on |
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That like you can count on bad |
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Bad weather again |
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Was it good? |
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I don't remember much about it |
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When things start to feel right |
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You can count on me to start to doubt it |
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The devil's not in the details |
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The devil is in my pants |
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It's shoot first, apologize later |
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Another quick end to a short shod romance |
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I got what I wanted |
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Now I don't want anything |
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Yeah, I got what I wanted |
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Now my life is just boring 'til |
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Everything falls apart |
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Then I get to try to |
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Put it back together |
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Everything falls apart |
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And you can count on |
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That, you can count on bad |
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Bad weather this year |
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I met God this afternoon |
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Riding on an uptown train |
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I said, "Don't you have |
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Better things to do?" |
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He said, "If I do my job |
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What would you complain about?" |
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So I let it go to Hell |
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Now I'll have something to do |
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He said, "I let it go to Hell |
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Does that sound familiar to you?" |
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Well, everything falls apart |
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Then I get to try to |
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Put it back together |
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Yeah, it falls apart |
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And you can count on that |
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You can count on bad |
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Bad weather |
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Well, everything that falls apart baby |
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Sooner or later gonna come back together |
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Well, everything that comes together baby |
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Sooner or later gonna fall apart |
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And you can call it anything you want |
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They're gonna take it all away from you |
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You're gonna wake up, wake up, wake up |
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Scarecrow and find yourself lost again |
