| I see you again, a painful reminder
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| A casualty of acquaintance
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| Looking for the first fuck-up
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| God knows you must be tired
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| The cross you bear, your favorite shelter
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| The forget me not of that loyal temper
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| Smell you later, friends
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| Who’s gonna pay for this shit? |
| Well, that depends
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| You’re sad
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| That you had to miss it
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| But you’re glad
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| You weren’t involved
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| When a shock to the ribs or a kick to the head
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| Didn’t open up your lying eyes
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| Despite the anger and dissent
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| With our regrets, your check request’s denied
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| I stared at heaven through the gates of hell
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| Liked the weather, couldn’t stand the smell
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| And still I spit out razors from my bitter eyes
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| Tall as a banana fence, blasting cigarettes
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| Dull as any hammer gets, twice the mess
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| Don’t trust me or my temper
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| When I get drunk, I lie
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| Some dummies get the affluence to match their madness
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| Started off at a size eleven, moved to cohasset
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| Built a doll house for a month
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| And cried, they’re splitting at the seams, so why am I?
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| I stared at heaven through the gates of hell
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| Liked the weather, couldn’t stand the smell
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| And still I spit out razors from my bitter eyes
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| It’s the blood from the rock that you can’t get enough
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| That razor’s love for bitter me
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| Who’s botching up the harmony?
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| With a smile that said «I'm guilty,» I stood up
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| Left heaven at the gates of hell
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| And I am never going back |