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Well, ask me that question, oh, ask me again |
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Well, you swore that you knew me, you didn't say when |
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Happiness, happiness comes in a jar |
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You're a brave little cunt, but you took it too far |
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And all of the tantrums and each of the lies |
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They took ages to think up, that's no big surprise |
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And last but not least, you're a talented boy |
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But you stole all the answers, you killed all the joy |
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Well, I loved you before, but I don't anymore |
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You're just burned out and vicious and dumb |
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And I don't like the way that you mean what you say |
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And I don't like what you've become |
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Well, tell you mean it, and I'll tell you you don't |
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Well, you say that you'll try, but I know that you won't |
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And there's one God-knows where, and there's one in Japan |
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Was a hundred degrees, you got shit-scared and ran |
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Well, Johnny go easy, Johnny go fast |
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Johnny come lately, and Johnny come last |
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Housewives are heroes, and everyone's bent |
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Well, if this was a joke, well it's some accident |
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Well, I loved you before but I don't anymore |
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You're just burned out and vicious and dumb |
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And I don't like the way that you mean what you say |
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And I don't like what you've become |
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Well, give me a month, and I'll write you a line |
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Or two, maybe three, though it might take some time |
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I'll write them for drunks, and I'll sing them for cash |
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Well, you know that old saying about gone in a flash? |
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They wrote that for me, and it fits me so well |
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It's been my fucking pleasure, and I bid you farewell |
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Green is the colour but don't it fade fast? |
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Remember me fondly, Johnny come last |
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Well, I loved you before, but I don't anymore |
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You're just burned out and vicious and dumb |
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And I don't like the way that you mean what you say |
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And I don't like what you've become |
