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It's not the same without him here |
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Twenty years of him dead and gone |
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This Vodka does a memory clear |
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Though it's too hard to imagine what these tears are for |
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A walking poster boy for all that's good |
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He got swallowed by the cracks before he understood |
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She likes to think he loved her but it hurts so bad |
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'Cause now she knows she's wrong |
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It always seemed to strike her strange |
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His working late until the morning, spending so much cash |
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And the sweet smell of his angel's hair |
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That seemed to cling to his lips just like a wax mustache |
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A walking monument to DNA |
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Making love under the podium at the P.T.A. |
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He's the principal of principles, this love gone bad |
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'Cause now she knows she's wrong |
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It hardly seems worth it, baby |
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Too late in asking why |
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He juggled his honesty |
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With two balls and an alibi |
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Now she knows that |
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Now she knows that |
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Now she knows she's wrong |
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A walking poster boy for all that's good |
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He got swallowed by the cracks before he understood |
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She likes to think he loved her but it hurts so bad |
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'Cause now she knows she's wrong |
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A walking monument to DNA |
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Making love under the podium at the P.T.A. |
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He's the principal of principles, this love gone bad |
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'Cause now she knows she's wrong |