| I sat outside my front window… this story’s going somewhere:
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| «He's well hung,"and I am hanging up.
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| Well there’s a song on the radio that says:
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| «Let's get this party started.»
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| So let’s get this party started.
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| What you do on your own time’s just fine.
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| My imagination’s much worse, I just never want to know.
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| What meant the world imploaded faded and demoted
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| All my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance
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| You said, between your smiles and regrets: «Don't say it’s over.»
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| Dead and gone. |
| Dead and gone.
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| Calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.
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| A reception less than warm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.
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| The next time the phone can wring my neck it gets no answer
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| and of the time that I’ve spent telling it my roots
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| I’m shaking in my boots
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| But still it looks at me like an old friend I’ve betrayed
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| the darkside of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed
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| What you do on your own time’s just fine.
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| My imagination’s much worse, I just never want to know.
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| What meant the world imploded, inflated then demoted all my oxygen
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| to product gas and suffocated my last chance.
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| You said, between your smiles and regrets: «Don't say it’s over.»
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| Dead and gone. |
| Dead and gone.
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| Calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight. |