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This tragic thing will spread it's tragic wings and float into the sky |
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Where people in this town will turn a down prying eye |
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The cofidence you once held in your friends has crumbled into sand |
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Shattering any hope to be ever again |
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The people in this town, they never sleep and are careful not to keep secrets that invole anyone but them |
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They will run there mouths behind your back all for a good laugh and deconstruct your life |
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You'll never get back |
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With monumental failure comes monumental fame |
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I think it's more than you can take |
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With monumental failure comes monumental fame |
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So I think it's time to shift the blame |
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The keepers of the bars downtown on main know your story but not your name |
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They've heard it one hundred times from the flies that live there |
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Is that the kind of life you want to lead |
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The friends you want to keep |
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The stories you want told to everyone back home |
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With monumental failure comes monumental fame |
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I think it's more than you can take |
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With monumental failure comes monumental fame |
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Even with your unrelenting eyes on the landscape oh so sleepy |
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Accidents with no reason or rhyme seem to have your name and number |
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Ohhh.. |
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So now I think it's time to shift the blame |