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Never thought that |
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I could feel such a slap in the face |
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Since my semester in |
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New York where |
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I drank it away |
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Social strategies are taught to |
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Bohemian crowds |
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And my love was like a food stamp handing it out |
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Oh, though |
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I fell in love with you, all fey and grizzled and mature |
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You left me naked, pining, whining on your bathroom floor |
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If it makes you jealous, tell us just which boy we should adore |
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Only talk about myself, so |
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I don't mind that he's a bore |
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He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do |
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He's like a |
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Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do |
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He'll have to do |
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Mountain man, brag about your band to me |
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You got me hot with all those snide remarks about my poetry |
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But he gobbles up every single line about the stars |
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And how they scar my slightly chubby arms like brightly lit cigars |
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So now he's next to me but |
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I can feel you in my heart |
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You're everything, you're everything he'll never be |
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It's misery and more specifically, |
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I miss that day you spit on me |
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He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do |
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He's like a |
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Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do |
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He'll have to do |
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He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do |
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He's like a |
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Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do |
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He'll have to do |
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He's got no inkling of your status or mind |
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He's just the glue that |
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I splatter to bind |
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You and I like |
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Siamese twins |
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So let this sick sad game begin |
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Now you're here again and he will wonder where |
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I've beenI'm giving in but in my own opinion, it's how to be |
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Though I can hear him singing |
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All this envy's killing me, it's killing me |
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He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do |
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He's like a |
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Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do |
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Have to do |
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He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do |
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He's like a |
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Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do |
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He'll have to do |