| There’s this friend of mine
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| Been doing time with the same girlfriend
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| That he’s had for far too many of his days
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| It seems with each passing second
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| Her brain lets loose
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| The one screw which holds back the rage
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| Then she screams again, cries again
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| And it loosens a little more
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| It’s much more than a single soul can take
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| And when it goes again tonight
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| Well, we all know who she’ll blame
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| This friend of mine called last week
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| On a payphone not too far from where he stays
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| It seems she lost her mind again that night
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| 'Cause she screams at him each night
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| Then she runs to him each day
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| And I just wouldn’t feel right
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| If I looked the other way
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| So that’s one for reality
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| But you didn’t hear that from me
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| 'Cause I’ll only say it’s not true
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| Let me add one more indecency
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| With absolute necessity
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| That she never claimed to be true
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| Neither did you
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| Break up time again
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| And my sister calls on the phone
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| To ask my humble opinion
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| Of just what’s going on
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| I said you scream at him each night
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| Then you run to him each day
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| And I just wouldn’t feel right
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| If I look the other way
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| I hear her side and I hear his
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| I was on the outside, now I’m in this
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| My one word answer could come between them
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| My sister is crying, 'cause I can’t decide (REPEAT) |