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[Verse 1] |
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I'm still home when the telephone rings |
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I'm impartial and a martyr |
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It's quite clear wearing all of my rings |
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I'm less than feed or fodder |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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If you want I'll do it |
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But I'm so ill-equipped |
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I'm a knot in the stitch |
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Try the last call and dream |
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On the next try I'll be much sweeter |
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Yeah, in the next life I'll be better |
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[Chorus] |
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I toss dimes in the wishing well |
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And I'm broke cause you took all of me |
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My tombstone on a grassy hill |
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It's a matter of fact, all my change goes to hell |
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[Verse 2] |
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Dig deep find the villain inside |
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The one you dare not speak of |
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Find peace at the end of the line |
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The dial tone is your true love |
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[Pre-Chorus + Chorus] |
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[Refrain] |
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Yeah, in the next life I'll be better |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro] |
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I toss dimes in the wishing well |
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I toss dimes in the wishing well |
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I toss dimes in the wishing well |
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It's a matter of fact, all my change goes to hell |
