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I don't come around |
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Never call or let her know |
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I got a life of my own |
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You know I hate to be around her |
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When she's like that |
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I wrote a song once about her |
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Called "The Brides Have Hit Glass" |
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You know it just won't last |
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To be on top of your own world |
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With no guardrails to cling to |
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You fall so very fast |
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It's very odd to find her up again |
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Staking out expansion |
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Seeking new exposure |
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And when she holds out an empty glass |
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And she comes for a handout |
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I ask for the same thing-it's sad |
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And I hold on so sure |
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I can take all she can |
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Just to be around her |
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Just to feel bad |
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One day I will know |
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That's it's a waste of time |
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And there's a better road ahead of me |
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I just don't know how to make it there |
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So I'll just hang around and take my chance |
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Once again |
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I'll roll the dice |
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And try to hang on to my shrinking paradise |
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And I'll hold out an empty glass |
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And I'll come for a handout |
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And I'll ask for the same thing-it's sad |
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And I'll hold on so confident |
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That's it all |
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I can give |
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To try to find my way back |
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Just to hit glass |
