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There were 87 advil in the bottle now there's 30 left |
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I ate 47 so what happened to the other 10? |
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Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration |
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As i dump the bottle out and i count the advil up again? |
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Don't interrupt me as i struggle to complete this thought |
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Have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself |
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And i'm not done |
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And i won't be till my head falls off |
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Hitting every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoat |
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And i'm hitting them again but i don't know where i put my notes |
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Clearing my throat, and gripping the lectern i smile and face my audience |
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Clearing his throat and smiling with his hands on the bathroom sink |
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And when i lean my head against the frosted shower stall |
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I see stuff through the glass that i don't recognize at all |
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And i'm not done |
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And i won't be till my head falls off |
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Though it may not be a long way off |
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I'm not done talking yet |
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I'm not done talking yet |
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And when i lean my head against the frosted shower stall |
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I see a broken figure silhouetted on the wall |
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And i'm not done |
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And i won't be till my head falls off |
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Though it may not be a long way off |
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I won't be done until my head falls off |
