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It's your own worst enemy |
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Ringing the bell on the door |
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And the person inside says nobody's home |
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So your own worst enemy peeks inside |
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And sees you softly weeping as some music fills the room |
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And the song they play |
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Is that guy with the messed up face |
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Going, precious and few are the moments that you |
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And your own worst enemy share |
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Full bottle in front of me |
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Time to roll up my sleeves |
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And get to work |
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And after many glasses of work |
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I get paid in the brain |
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And the song they play |
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Is that guy with the messed up face |
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Going, precious and few are the moments that you |
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And your own worst enemy share |
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And the song they play |
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Is that guy with the messed up face |
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Going, precious and few are the moments that you |
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And your own worst enemy share |
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It's your own worst enemy |
