| This is not a good day to call me because i can not spare some sympathy
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| my own feeling is mostly unclear
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| and when i’m talking to you i’m not here
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| i don’t think i’ll ever be ready for you
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| but i’ll be trying to help you out too
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| so i went downstairs for a walk
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| but i had no strength to not talk
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| cause you were the … one
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| and i am the bore who has a gun
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| who ran into me with such force?
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| now all i can be is buddy bradley
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| and all of our friends have been approved by them
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| and all i can hear is people singing
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| now two of a kind has come across my mind
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| where forevermore is painted on her door
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| this cancelor’s son is a liar
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| and bury a grave to dig her son
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| no money can last for to long
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| nobody can pay for this song
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| and all of our friends have been approved by them
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| and all i can hear is people singing
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| now two of a kind has come across my mind
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| where forevermore is painted on her door
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| yes you were the … one
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| and i am the bore who has a gun
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| who ran into me with such force?
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| now all i can be is buddy bradley |