| I ended the book that I’m writing
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| The part about you, I’m tearing it out
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| A simple good night, stop fighting
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| There’s nothing there to even read about
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| I’m leaving you here my darling
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| To search for a better and easy way out
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| Through all of the pain that I’m causing
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| There’s nothing there to even sing about.
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| But it goes,
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| bah bah bah bah bay-uh-bada-bah.
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| yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yaba dada bah.
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| Rup-bup-bup-bup bah,
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| bah bah bah bay-uh-bada-bah.
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| yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yaba dasa bah.
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| Ay-hay, yeah.
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| Recorded Italian Radio.
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| I changed up the words to made you happy though.
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| In front of the midnight music show
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| I beat up, I beat up the boy that made you happy though
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| Rup-bup-bup-bup bay-ee.
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| I noticed the things that you want me to be,
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| they outweigh the ones that make me happy.
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| So pull out your hands and meet my, my fine new lady.
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| She’s rock n' roll, and she saved me.
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| It goes,
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| bah bah bah bah bay-uh-bada-bah.
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| yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yaba dada bah.
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| Rup-bup-bup-bup bah,
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| bah bah bah bay-uh-bada-bah.
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| yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yaba dada bah.
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| Ay-hay, yeah. |