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Laura |
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Calls me |
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In the middle of the night |
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Passes on her |
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Painful information |
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Then these careless fingers |
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They get caught in her vice |
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Til they're bleeding |
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On my coffee table |
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Living alone isn't all that |
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It's cracked up to be |
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I'm on her side |
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Why does she push the poison on me? |
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Laura |
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Has a very hard time |
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All her life has |
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Been one long disaster |
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Then she tells me |
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She suddenly believes she's seen |
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A very good sign |
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She'll be taking |
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Some aggressive action |
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I fight her wars |
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While she's slamming her doors |
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In my face |
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Failure to break |
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Was the only mistake |
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That she made |
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Here I am |
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feeling like a f***ing fool |
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Do I react the way exactly |
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She intends me to? |
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Everytime I think I'm off the hook |
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She makes me lose my cool |
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I'm her machine |
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And she can punch all the keys |
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She can push any button I was programmed through |
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Laura |
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Calls me |
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When she needs a good fix |
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All her questions |
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Will get sympathetic answers |
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I should |
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Be so |
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Immunized |
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To all of her tricks |
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She's surviving |
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On her second chances |
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Sometimes I feel like this |
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Godfather deal is all wrong |
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How can she hold an umbilical chord |
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For so long? |
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I've done everything I can |
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What else am I supposed to do |
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I'm her machine |
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And she can punch all the keys |
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She can push any button I was programmed through |
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Laura |
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Loves me |
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Even if I don't care |
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That's my problem |
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That's her sacred absolution |
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If she had to |
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She would put herself in my chair |
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Even though I |
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Faced electrocution |
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She always says |
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I'm the best friend that |
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She's ever had |
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How do you |
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Hang up on someone |
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Who needs you that bad? |