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I found my fickle friend |
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out in the alley way |
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He said, You don't look so good. |
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I said, Hey doc, that's great. |
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You started practicing? |
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I never got the note. |
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So let's shake and trade |
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and be on our way. |
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Let's go, go, go. |
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So here we are again, |
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inside your neon shrine, |
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sharing a chopping block |
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beneath embarrassed light |
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that tries to hide from us |
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it tucks itself away. |
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So we both grab hold |
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and say no you don't. |
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Just stay, just stay. |
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The morning's hot and harsh, |
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my notebook fills itself. |
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The words come thick with sweat, |
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it feels like someone else |
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is writing all of this, |
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someone I just can't believe. |
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when I mop my brow, |
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set my pen back down, |
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it's still me, still me. |
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And I'm grabbing at a feeling now |
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that I can't ever name. |
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Some sign post to remind me |
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how I wanted things this way. |
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And she said, it's pretty |
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but you hate yourself, |
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I can hear it clear as day. |
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And I say, I sing like this, |
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it sounds worse than it is. |
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I'm okay, okay. |
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I'm okay, okay. |
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I'm okay, okay. |
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I'm okay, okay. |
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So just stay, just stay. |
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Just stay, just stay. |
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I'm okay, okay. |
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So just stay, just stay, just stay, just stay. |
