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oh we'll have a final time |
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on our west-coast drive |
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together demented laughing at her bold lights |
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you'll not mention him |
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I'll not mention her |
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we'll not mention any of this back home with our lies |
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weary of spies |
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and their crinkled up shirts |
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and their discarded ties |
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I am the worst |
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I am the worst |
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that year I mixed up yin and yang |
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all the good I thought I did you turned out bad |
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helping you out, blind eye turned |
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lashes battered, lashes burnt |
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you spoke to others, should you let them remind you |
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but you have a brand new |
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let me remind you but you have a brand new |
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some village bike you turned out to be |
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cycled off no tears me |
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some village bike you turned out to be |
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cycled off no brakes for me |
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I am the worst |
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I am the worst |
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I am the worst |
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I am the worst |
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oh we'll have a final time |
|
on our west-coast drive |
|
together demented laughing at her bold lights |
|
you'll not mention him |
|
I'll not mention her |
|
we'll not mention any of this back home with our lies |
|
weary of spies |
|
and their crinkled up shirts |
|
and their discarded ties |
