| I wish I saved up for rainy days
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| Because they’re the hardest to be dry.
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| I got no self-control
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| I’m always begging into telephones.
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| And then I I bought a little from a brother’s friend, yeah,
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| Just to get me by.
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| I don’t trust his cut
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| The effects never as high as the mark-up.
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| I think I’ll print it in the personals
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| That I’m looking for a match —
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| Someone to light me up Someone to burn the proof of the things that I’ve done.
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| Each day there’s hours I skip like a stone
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| I just crawl in a bag.
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| I wanna live my life like somebody’s shadow
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| I know I’m lazy with the little things
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| I mean I never held a door.
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| But I still loved you more
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| Than anyone since, or before.
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| You’re always saying that I owe you one, well,
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| Let’s consolidate this debt —
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| Get on a payment plan
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| I’ll pay you compliments you keep on treating me bad.
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| But now it’s easy, getting easier,
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| To leave you and this town behind.
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| I’ll do some traveling
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| Once I’m gone tell all our friends you got even.
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| I’m held like an object and then set aside,
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| I’m back on the shelf,
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| I’m locked in the drawer,
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| I’m mint in the box but you’d still,
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| You’d sell me for cost, wouldn’t you?
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| I’d be anything
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| The cord of a parachute
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| I’ll be anything
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| The blanket on top of you
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| I’ll be anything
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| The window you’re looking through
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| I’ll be anything
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| The cord of a parachute
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| I’ll be anything
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| The cord of a parachute
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| The cord of a parachute |