| Hold your laughter, soon right after
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| The facts are brought to our attention
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| Barely notice what you know best
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| Which is almost nothing
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| Why is there always a reason?
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| Or something you’re your whining about
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| I’ve heard the same old story
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| It’s growing extremely boring
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| See right through your innocence
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| Nice disguise the excuses
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| Could have been better, not terrible
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| For the first try
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| Quarts of turmoil dripping quickly
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| Out of the leaking mouth of yours
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| Skidding tires, fumes inspire no
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| Caution flags to prevent the danger
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| Why is there always a reason?
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| Or something you’re your whining about
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| I’ve heard the same old story
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| It’s growing extremely boring
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| See right through your innocence
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| Nice disguise the excuses
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| Could have been better, not terrible
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| For the first try
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| I’ll make it easy if that’s what you want
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| Just hit the highway
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| When I need you I’ll phone
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| Don’t bother sending any letters to ask
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| If tempers have cooled since the night you left
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| I haven’t bothered turning the porch light on
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| I think it’s quite clear this isn’t your home anymore
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| Who’s ever closest
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| I don’t notice
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| Anyone waiting for your return
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| You ought to know this
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| It came from your lips
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| With the rest of the obvious lies
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| My reactions are distractions
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| For pleasing my own sick humor
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| Short conversations
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| Complications
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| You’ve got to watch what you say
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| This disaster arriving soon
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| Twisting the truth with each phase of the moon
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| Is this what the future holds for me?
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| Now I’ve found a certain type of honesty
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| No make believe or bullshit from you |