| I tried to fall in it again
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| My friends took bets and disappeared
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| They mime their sighing violins
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| I think I’ll wait another year
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| I want my chest pressed to your chest
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| My nervous systems interfere
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| Ten or eleven months have passed
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| I think I’ll wait another year
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| This weather turns my tricks to rust
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| I am a lousy engineer
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| The winter makes things hard enough
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| I think I’ll wait another year
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| Plus I’m only twenty-six years old
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| My grandma died at eighty-three
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| That’s lots of time if I don’t smoke
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| I think I’ll wait another year
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| I’m not as callous as you think
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| I barely breath when you are near
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| It’s not as bad when I don’t drink
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| I think I’ll wait another year
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| I have my new Bill Hicks CD
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| I have my friends and my career
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| I’m getting smaller by degrees
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| You said you’d help me disappear
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| But that could take forever
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| I think I’ll wait another year
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| It’ll be the best year ever
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| I think I’ll wait another year
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| Can’t we just wait together?
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| You bring the smokes, I’ll bring the beer
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| I think I’ll wait another year |