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Get attached to a rolling stone |
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And yr libel to get crushed. |
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Yr better off to sit at home |
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And watch the toilet flush. |
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I like to sit and look at her. |
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I like to do that so much. |
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To stand and act mysterious |
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And to watch her blush. |
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I know I'm such a weird guy. |
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She could never take me serious. |
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There's always that green monkey |
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In around or near us. |
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I think sometimes of holdin' her, |
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But the picture gets all blurred. |
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I see shadows dancin' on my wall. |
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Thoughts scatter like birds. |
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I wish to God i could touch her hand, |
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Somehow make her understand, |
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The man I somehow wanna be, |
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The man I want her to make me. |
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But she stands so distant and rolls her eyes. |
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She leaves me and I don't know why. |
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Nothing seems to make much sense. |
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I cant appreciate the sky. |
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And so I go home lonely, |
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Like a wolf without a pack |
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I got nothin to put my love in, |
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Like groceries without a sack. |
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Maybe someday when she gets fat, |
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She'll think about what she's missed. |
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She'll know shell never get me back. |
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She'll feel just like the pits. |
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She'll sit lonely in her apartment, |
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Thinkin' about what might have been. |
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She'll know her man had come and went. |
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Maybe she'll take me seriously then. |
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Get attached to a rolling stone |
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And yr libel to get crushed. |
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Yr better off to sit at home |
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And watch the toilet flush. |
