| So here is a note, its been a long month
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| and now i have to, have to go to sleep now
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| its 2 a.m. and i feel like
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| i might have done something wrong
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| finally made an end to all the backwards notes
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| now we all are standing in line
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| so change your clothes again
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| how can i convince you
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| to change your mind again
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| another one of those times
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| when i blanket stare
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| so this is a note, its been a long month
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| and now i have to, have to go to sleep now
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| its 2 a.m. and i feel like
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| i might have done something wrong
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| finally made an end to all the backwards notes
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| i’ll try and catch a cold, close the window
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| so change your clothes again
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| how can i convince you
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| to change your mind again
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| another one of those times
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| when i blanket stare
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| tell me now
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| tell it all
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| tell me when your ready
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| dont tell me when i’m wrong
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| wait til we all …
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| tell apart the lies and all the blanket stares
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| and tell it to the wives and we’ll all… and thats the way it goes |