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Shall I wear a buttonhole to jog your memory? |
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So you'll recall the promise |
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That I swore you made to me when we were younger |
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You look sorry for yourself but what about? |
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I'm some idea you're not without a doubt |
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So you can put away that tongue |
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I don't know who I'm trying to kid |
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I'll find another name for you |
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I'll try to put the blame on you |
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For everything we did |
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Life shrinks and before you know it |
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You have forgotten all the cuts and bruises |
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Just be thankful we were only fighting for buttons |
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And you know by now who loses |
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You're only half awake because you never go to bed |
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And when he hears about it |
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You know then the both of you's is |
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dead and that's a promise |
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You'll be sorry because I won't tell you again |
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You'll stick like that one day |
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And if you don't believe me go and ask St. Thomas |
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I don't know where it's going to stop |
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Spend your whole time trying to stay |
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From breaking down or running away |
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Or trying to keep up |
