| You should save things, we should save things
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| But I don’t, I lose things, I lose things
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| I lost the whole thing in one go
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| When it could have been saved but I let it go
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| It was my heart drive, it won’t obey me
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| Takes that information, fills my memory
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| It churns out non-sense when I reload
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| I have to decode every single sentence
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| I don’t pour whisky down my neck at night
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| I don’t go binging on the weekend, pass out on the floor
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| I take good care of you, but you like to attack
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| By coagulating everything before handing at back
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| We should save things but I don’t, I break things, I break things
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| I broke my baby, my newest baby
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| When I could have saved it all but I let it go
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| It was a major and it started slow
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| It had a rhythm that could make you move in ways you didn’t know
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| It had this wall of string and a lingering feeling
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| But it’s all gone thanks to yours truly
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| I don’t pour whisky down my neck at night
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| I don’t go binging on the weekend, pass out on the floor
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| I take good care of you, but you like to attack
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| By coagulating everything before handing at back
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| You take a chainsaw and drive it centreline
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| Straight through my insides when I lose my mind
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| I’m changing over to a Mac, if you don’t give my files back
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| And it better be intact or it’s scrapheap for you
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| You you you etc… |