| Well, in the age of conversation
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| I guess I got the gift of gab
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| But when you shine your spotlight on me
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| My little microphone turns to sand
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| And I’ve killed little baby rabbits
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| I’ve killed microscopic crabs
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| But I never killed a feeling
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| Like the one you and me had
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| Now, did you see where my love went?
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| Because it ain’t here in my hand
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| You need to check there, darling, between your legs
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| I couldn’t bear another needy man
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| I got friends in Kansas City with a motherfucking futon couch
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| If that’s how you want to play it
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| I’m drinking in the dark because my battery’s all ran out
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| All you got to do is say it
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| Divorce
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| I could leave your ovulation
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| To meet Elon and his clan
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| With his batteries full of sunlight
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| And his cars that run on sand
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| And I’ll go weak with constipation
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| From all the pills and the spam
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| Though we drink our Mother Energy
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| There ain’t no women for the needy man
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| Or did you see where my love went?
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| Because it ain’t here in my hand
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| You need to check there, darling, between your legs
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| I couldn’t bear another needy man
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| I got friends in Kansas City with a motherfucking futon couch
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| If that’s how you want to play it
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| I’m drinking in the dark because my battery’s all ran out
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| All you got to do is say it
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| Divorce, divorce, divorce
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| All you got to do is say it
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| Divorce, divorce, divorce
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| All you got to do is say it |