| Oh Jessica
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| I don’t miss you but tell me is your mama doing fine?
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| I’ve made my bed so I’ll sleep in it
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| But it’s the other people that we leave behind
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| Oh pessimist
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| How bitter was the contents of the glass you half emptied inside?
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| It’s this virtue that makes you not like a saint
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| But a mutual friend of loneliness tonight
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| I hope your old man’s back don’t give him pain
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| Although he scared the shit right out of me
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| He was just doing it in your name
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| Wasted at the foot of your bed, oh please
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| I liked you better when you’re lying through your teeth
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| You like me better when I’m lying on the ground
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| We like it better with nobody else around
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| Remember that old car you had? |
| It was fifty years old
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| And we would drive around these country roads
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| Risking our lives and souls
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| And the thing is I liked the sound of the engine
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| More than I did our conversation
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| Wasted at the foot of your bed, oh please
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| I liked you better when you’re lying through your teeth
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| You like me better when I’m lying on the ground
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| We like it better when, we like it better when
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| Don’t rub salt into the paint
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| Let it stand, let it stay
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| Your hands will break before the dirt
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| I am the worst, you are the worst
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| Don’t rub salt into the paint
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| (I am the worst oh, you are the worst oh)
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| Let it stand, let it stay
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| Your hands will break before the dirt
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| Oh Jessica
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| I don’t miss you, never cared for you at all
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| And it’s bittersweet how the people we meet
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| Have an impression after all
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| Wasted at the foot of your bed, oh please
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| I liked you better when you’re lying through your teeth
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| You like me better when I’m lying on the ground
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| We like it better with nobody else around |