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You found me at some party |
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You thought i'd understand |
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You barreled over to me |
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With a drink in each hand |
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I respect your beliefs, girl, |
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And i consider you a friend, |
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But i've already been born once, |
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I don't wanna to be born again. |
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Your knowledge is impressive |
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And your argument is good |
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But i am the resurrection, babe, |
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And you're standing on my foot! |
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But my little boat is empty |
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It don't go |
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And my oar is broken |
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It don't row, row, row |
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But my little boat is empty |
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It don't go |
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And my oar is broken |
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It don't row, row, row |
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(row!) |
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Your tiny little face |
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Keeps yapping in the gloom |
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Seven steps behind me |
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With your dustpan and broom. |
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I couldn't help but imagine you |
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All postured and prone |
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But there's a little guy on my shoulder |
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Says i should go home alone. |
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You keep leaning in on me |
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And you're looking pretty pissed |
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That grave you've dug between your legs |
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Is hard to resist. |
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But my little boat is empty |
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It don't go |
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And my oar is broken |
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It don't row, row, row |
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But my little boat is empty |
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It don't go |
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And my oar is broken |
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It don't row, row, row |
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Give to god what belongs to god |
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And give the rest to me |
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Tell our gracious host to fuck himself |
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It's time for us to leave. |
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But my little boat is empty |
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It don't go |
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And my oar is broken |
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It don't row, row, row |
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But my little boat is empty |
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It don't go |
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And my oar is broken |
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It don't row, row, row |
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Row...row...row...row... |
