| Who’s gonna give a shit
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| Who’s gonna take the call
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| When you find out that the road ahead
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| Is painted on a wall
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| And you’re turned up to top volume
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| And you’re just sitting there in pause
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| With your feral little secret
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| Scratching at you with its claws
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| And you’re trying hard to figure out
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| Just exactly how you feel
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| Before you end up parked and sobbing
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| Forehead on the steering wheel
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| Who are you now
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| And who were you then
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| That you thought somehow
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| You could just pretend
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| That you could figure it all out
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| The mathematics of regret
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| So it takes two beers to remember now
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| And five to forget
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| That i loved you so
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| Yeah, i loved you, so what
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| How many times undone
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| Can one person be
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| As they’re careening through the facade
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| Of their favorite fantasy
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| You just close your eyes slowly
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| Like you’re waiting for a kiss
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| And hope some lowly little power
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| Will pull you out of this
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| But none comes at first
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| And little comes at all
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| And when inspiration finally hits you
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| It barely even breaks your fall
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| Who were you then
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| And who are you now
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| That you can’t pretend
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| That it’ll all work out
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| Subtract out the impact
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| And the fall is all you get
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| So heres two beers to remember why
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| And three more to forget
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| I loved you so
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| Yeah, i loved you, so what
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| I loved you
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| So what |