| think i’m going for a walk now
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| i feel a little unsteady
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| i don’t want nobody to follow me
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| 'cept maybe you
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| i could make you happy you know
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| if you weren’t already
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| i could do a lot of things
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| and i do tell you the truth i prefer
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| the worst of you
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| too bad you had to have a better half
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| she’s not really my type
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| but i think you two are forever
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| and i hate to say it but
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| you’re perfect together
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| so fuck you
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| and your untouchable face
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| and fuck you
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| for existing in the first place
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| and who am i that i should be vying for your touch
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| and who am i i bet you can’t even tell me that much
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| two-thirty in the morning
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| and my gas tank will be empty soon
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| neon sign on the horizon
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| rubbing elbows with the moon
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| a safe haven of sleepless
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| where the deep fryer’s always on radio is counting down
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| the top 20 country songs
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| and out on the porch the fly strip is waving like a flag in the wind
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| y’know, i don’t look forward
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| to seeing you again soon
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| you’ll look like a photograph of yourself
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| taken from far far away
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| and i won’t know what to do and i won’t know what to say
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| except fuck you…
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| i see you and i’m so perplexed
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| what was i thinking
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| what will i think of next
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| where can i hide
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| in the back room there’s a lamp
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| that hangs over the pool table
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| and when the fan is on it swings
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| gently side to side
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| there’s a changing constellation
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| of balls as we are playing
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| i see orion and say nothing
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| the only thing i can think of saying
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| is fuck you… |