| Drew a line to keep your place,
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| Expecting too much from you.
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| And I can hardly see your face.
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| It’s all covered with Noxema.
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| If you decide one day to concentrate.
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| Skip to take the easy way.
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| All certain, you think you break.
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| It’s destroyed, by your guitar.
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| By your guitar,
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| The stereo’s blaring me,
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| You scream, but I can’t hear what your saying.
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| There comes a time to defeat your friends.
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| 'Cause you make it so easy for me, easy for me.
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| But you know,
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| Everytime that I think that I’ve gone somewhere,
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| I haven’t gotten anywhere at all.
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| I only think south 'cause I know you’d never get there to fight.
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| And blame me for the things I said.
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| Beating on something that’s already dead.
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| Killing every part of it that’s in your head,
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| Your…
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| Shove the mike slime in your brain.
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| The thought led into use (?).
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| And I can kinda hear them grate
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| All aided by bacteria.
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| If you decide one day to concentrate.
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| (whistle)
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| And though I certainly think you great.
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| You’re so stupid and easy to fool!
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| By your guitars.
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| The stereo’s blaring me,
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| You scream, but I can’t hear what your saying.
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| There comes a time to defeat your friends.
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| 'Cause you make it so easy for me, easy for me.
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| But you know
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| Everytime I think that I want to share.
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| I realize I haven’t got a spare.
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| At least I make belive it.
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| Try to conceal it 'til you find.
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| And blame me for the things I said.
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| Beating on something that’s already dead.
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| Killing every part of it that’s in your head…
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| Your head…
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| Your head…
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| Your head…
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| Your head… |