| 500 ways to taste your glaze
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| and I just might
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| 500 days trapped in your maze
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| without a light
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| Monday you don’t know what to do
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| Tuesday you sure don’t have a clue
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| Thursday’s not been so good to you
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| Friday you really got to go
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| What more is there to know?
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| All your silly yes men are now saying no
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| So move on down the road
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| Before this love implodes
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| Before this love gets uglier
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| than a wart on a toad
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| 500 lies live in your eyes and make you blind
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| 500 guys live in your thighs and bleed you dry
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| Yesterday I would die for you
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| But today it’s not something I could do
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| Right now you just can’t buy a clue
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| and tomorrow you really got to go
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| What more is there to know?
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| All your soaring highs have now turned in to lows
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| so move on down the road
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| before this love implodes
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| before this love gets uglier
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| than a wart on a toad
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| Now you claim that you can’t count that high
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| and you’re running out of time to buy
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| but if I had a dime for every dime
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| I’d have five hundred dollars worth of time
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| All your soaring highs have now turned in to lows
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| so move on down the road
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| before this love implodes
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| before this love gets uglier
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| than a wart on a toad |