| A penny for your thoughts,
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| But a dollar for your insides,
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| And a fortune for your disaster,
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| I’m just a painter…
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| And I’m drawing a blank.
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| We only want to sing you to sleep in your bedroom speakers;
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| We need umbrellas on the inside,
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| Get me just right.
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| They say quitters never win,
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| But we walk the plank on a sinking ship,
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| There’s a world outside of my front door,
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| That gets off on being down.
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| I could learn to pity fools as I’m the worst of all,
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| I can’t stop feeling sorry for myself.
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| We only want to sing you to sleep in your bedroom speakers,
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| We need umbrellas on the inside,
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| Get me just right.
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| They say quitters never win,
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| But we walk the plank on a sinking ship,
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| There’s a world outside of my front door,
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| That gets off on being down,
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| They say quitters never win,
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| But we walk the plank on a sinking ship,
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| There’s a world outside of my front door,
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| That gets off on being down.
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| (We only want to sing you to sleep in your bedroom speakers,
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| We only want to sing you to sleep)
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| They say quitters never win,
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| But we walk the plank on a sinking ship,
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| There’s a world outside of my front door,
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| That gets off on being down,
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| We’re broken down on memory lane,
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| Alone together alone,
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| We’re broken down on memory lane,
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| Alone together alone. |