| Call me a joker
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| Call me a liar
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| Call me whatever you wanted to
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| I am a smoker
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| A midnight fucking toker
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| Putting mine on the egg inside of you
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| I would expect you to teach me a lesson
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| But not the one that you’ve done
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| I wasn’t born dumb, but oh i could become
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| Innocently rubed by someone
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| And the fan-tails take their early morning walk
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| I shoot rounds off while they swing about the road
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| The light is wasted
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| The evening tasted
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| By me and then much later by you
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| And when today i’d found
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| We’d somehow lost our way, i thought
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| That i was bound to break before it’s through
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| I would expect you to leave me much wiser
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| But not so wise as i am
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| And with this knowledge now in my possession
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| I can act and be free as i choose
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| My inside’s crying and screaming with an awful call
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| My appetite shows the morning altercation’s toll
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| As i was saying
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| I would have laid in
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| But i’m not, so you’re going to do what you do
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| And when it’s over
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| I’ll be your brother
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| And give my heart and head to you
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| I would expect you to take what you wanted
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| But not the things that you did
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| I would expect you to take me for granted
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| Figuring i never understood
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| You keep all of the money pressed against your chest
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| I didn’t know that, and i never would have guessed |