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It's really too bad |
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He became a prisoner of his own past |
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He stabbed a moment in the back with a brown thumb tack |
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That held up the list of things he gotta do |
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It's really no good |
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He's moving on before he understood |
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He shot the future in the foot with every step it took |
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From the faces that he knew 'cause he forgot to look |
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Better staple it together and call it bad weather |
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Staple it together and call it bad weather |
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Staple it together and call it bad weather |
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Staple it together and call it bad weather |
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Well, I guess you could say |
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That he don't even know where to begin |
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'Cause he looked both ways but he was so afraid |
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Diggin' deeper through the ditch, every chance he missed |
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And the mess he made |
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'Cause hate is such a strong word |
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And every brick he laid, a mistake they say |
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That his walls are getting taller, his world is getting smaller |
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Better staple it together and call it bad weather |
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Staple it together and call it bad weather |
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Staple it together and call it bad weather |
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Staple it together and call it bad weather |
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It's really too bad |
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He became a prisoner of his own past |
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He stabbed a moment in the back with a brown thumb tack |
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That held up the list of things he gotta do |
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It's really no good |
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He's moving on before he understood |
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He shot the future in the foot with every step it took |
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From the faces that he knew 'cause he forgot to look |
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He better staple it together and call it bad weather |
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Staple it together and call it bad weather |
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Staple it together and call it bad weather |
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Staple it together and call it bad weather |
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If the weather is better, we should get together |
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Spend a little time and we can do whatever |
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And if we get together we'll be twice as clever |
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So, staple it together and call it bad weather |
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