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This was poorly planned |
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And executed twice as bad |
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And now we're swapping stories 'cross the table |
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Yeah, it's rather sad |
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That mom would cry 'cause dad got mad |
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So she locked herself in a burnt out house |
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While wedding bells were ringing out |
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This was poorly wrote |
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It's a shipwreck note for note |
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Despite it's many flaws it has you smitten |
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You're blinded by a verse or two |
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Convinced they're all about you |
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But I'm drunk and just sittin', |
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Swingin' on your front porch singing |
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Keep it to yourself |
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Make your life a living hell |
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Die a little every day |
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Most people die that way |
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And when it all went wrong |
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You became a ghost |
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It's not as hard as you to pose for animals |
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Wearing clothes |
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Well now you know my tricks |
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I oversimplify a bit |
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And I break things down until they're small and friendly |
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Well that includes your heart |
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And like a rundown shopping cart |
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Goes creaking down the aisle |
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Throwing sparks and faking smiles |
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Keep it to yourself |
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Make your life a living hell |
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Die a little every day |
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Most people die that way |
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And when it all went wrong |
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You became a ghost |
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It's not as hard as you to pose for animals |
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Wearing clothes |
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Keep it to yourself |
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Make your life a living hell |
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Die a little every day |
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Most people die that way |
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And when it all went wrong |
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You became a ghost |
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It's not as hard as you to pose for animals |
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Wearing clothes |