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Where, oh where do I begin? |
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A plague upon this city |
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A pox upon my friends |
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I spend whole days in the dark |
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and whole nights begging this guitar to sing |
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And I wouldn't know |
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what kind of trouble I've been missing |
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If I were alive at any other time |
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Where, oh where does this story end? |
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If it's all the same to you |
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I'll just skip ahead - |
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I'm fat and I'm drunk and you love me |
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The kids are a little weird but they're happy |
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And I never made good on the money I said I'd make |
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And the floorboards still squeak as if in pain |
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Those rusty pipes do nothing but complain |
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Awake again |
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Disinterested |
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A pox upon these listless limbs |
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Are we having fun yet? |
