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Don't send me letters in bottles anymore |
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And don't come a-knockin' or darken my door |
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We've got a contract, devotion nevermore |
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We're legally bonded, in richness and in poor |
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I signed the line that was dotted |
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I like to end what I started |
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I signed the line |
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And I realized a lotta lies |
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Were written in letters |
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And bottles they tend to run aground |
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Don't give me platinum, to weigh down my wrist |
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I've got injunctions, so cease and desist |
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I've got a bottle, a ball, and a chain |
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You have the one thing of value that remains |
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I signed the line that was dotted |
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Oh, I like to end what I started |
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There's too much I need |
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I gotta plead insanity |
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So don't give me platinum |
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It just weighs me down |
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I signed the line |
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And I realized a lotta lies |
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Were written in letters |
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And bottles they tend to run aground |