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Let's take some time to reflect and restart |
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We tip over three-wheeled shopping carts |
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A crippled man with his mangled hands |
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Looks at the blonde with her hideous, orange, fake tan |
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Decide, decide, decide |
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Who thinks that |
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I, that I am out of line |
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For being sober finding four leaf clovers |
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Lawn mowers and truck towers |
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So lucky all of the time |
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Decide, decide, decide |
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I've got a mind, and it's weighing me down 28 pounds, and lucky for me, so lucky for me, |
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I'll never see that bitch again |
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So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn |
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Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home |
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So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn |
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So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn |
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Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home |
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So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn |
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Nobody's home, nobody's home |
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Well, I've lied |
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With a fantastic picture, |
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I... Well, |
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I've lied |
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We're going in new directions |
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Well, I've lied |
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With a fantastic picture, |
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I... Well, |
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I've lied |
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From sleeping away the century |
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Well, let's start from the beginning right now |
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I'd do that if you weren't so impatient (We're going in new directions) |
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Well I'll stop you and give me the time of day |
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It's so sad, |
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I've got no more lines to read (From sleeping away the century) |