| It was a recipe for disaster
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| A four-course meal of no sirree
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| It seemed that happily ever after
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| Was happy everyone was after me
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| It was a cup of good intentions
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| A tablespoon of one big mess
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| A dash of overreaction
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| I assume you know the rest
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| One little slip
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| One little slip
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| It was a fusion of confusion
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| With a few confounding things
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| I guess I probably took the wrong direction
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| Well, I admit I might have missed a sign or two
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| I ran a light past your affection at Humiliation Avenue
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| I took a right turn at confusion
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| A left, when I should have gone straight on through
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| I ran ahead with my assumptions
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| And we all know what that can do
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| One little slip
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| One little slip
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| It was a fusion of confusion
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| And a few confounding things
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| I get the feeling in this town
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| I’ll never live 'til I live down
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| The one mistake that seems to
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| Follow me around
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| They’ll forget about the sky
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| When they all realize
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| This guy’s about to
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| Try to learn to fly
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| Or hit the ground
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| It was a cup of good intentions
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| A tablespoon of one big mess
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| A dash of overreaction
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| I assume you know the rest
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| One little slip
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| One little slip
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| It was a humble little stumble
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| With a big ungraceful…
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| One little slip
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| One little slip
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| It was a fusion of confusion
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| With a few confounding things |