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If you called, and i didn't answer, |
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There's a chance i'll get back to you |
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But if you're bald, fat, and go where my pants were, |
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Then you know i'm breeding for two |
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January twenty something, let 'em line up and slide away |
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Someone dialed up my line today |
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This song was a fever-dream, |
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First new year's greeting on my answering machine, |
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A suicide note from my late-teens, |
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Put to this melody |
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And now my bike tire's flat, |
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I must have ran over some glass, in the dark |
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Or it mighta got slashed, |
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'cause i was messing around with someone's, ex-girlfriend, again |
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January twenty something |
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Let 'em line up and slide away |
