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Please allow me to bring you up to speed |
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Oh man, it's amazing how you don't see |
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You'd still complain if the rope on your noose was frayed |
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Please forgive me for coming off as rude |
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I didn't mean to come clean with such an attitude |
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But it's original sinning to sing somebody else's tunes |
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And try to say they're yours |
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For all we've ignored |
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You act so bored |
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And talk in circles |
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As we wax pathetic in a round til the sun goes down |
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And disagree on your delusions of successful sound |
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For where you stand, you're much too proud |
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So you're staring at the ceiling |
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While I'm staring at a coffee table full of stalemates and click tracks |
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I'm just one more friend that you sent back |
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That you sent back |
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While I sat back |
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While I sat back |
