| I wanted to dedicate a song to you
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| But all of my songs are about ex-girlfriends and puke
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| So I sat down to write you a love song
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| It was full of clichés
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| It wasn’t impressing anyone
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| Even though I tried really hard
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| All I came up with was
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| «You are a opossum living in the trashcan of my heart
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| You’re a opossum in my heart»
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| I’m sorry I left that towel on the floor
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| So sorry that I snore
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| Sorry I’m taking my band on tour
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| Sorry that I’m insecure
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| Sorry I’m awkward around your friends
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| Sorry I get jealous when you talk to other men
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| Sorry I drank all your wine again
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| Sorry I apologize so much
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| Yeah, I hope that I don’t fuck this up
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| Yeah, I hope that I don’t fuck this up
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| Yeah, I hope that I don’t fuck this up
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| And she said
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| «Don't be so hard on yourself
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| You fucking idiot, I don’t need anybody else
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| You stupid asshole, I’m for you
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| And you are for me
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| But you’ve gotta get over your insecurities!»
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| And that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me
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| So I tried to reciprocate with something romantic and sweet
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| When I got home I thought of the perfect thing to say |
| But of course in that moment, it didn’t happen that way
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| I just held your hand and looked you in the eyes and I said
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| «You're pretty rad too, dude
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| You’re pretty rad too, dude
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| You’re pretty rad too, dude
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| You’re pretty rad.» |