| When you walk around you know you feel OK
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| Although you had some mornings that make you cry
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| You took 'em lying down
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| You took 'em oh so hard
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| And when you call the phone and talk to me and explain
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| I try to hark the words and not obey
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| They came out wrong
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| And I was back where I started
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| There is only one person that talks that way
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| And you use imagination in the back of the cab
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| You took it all the way
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| Home to my empty room
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| Well I remember that expression for the rest of my life
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| My answer to the party line up in and go get her
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| Reach inside my kitchen for that old carving knife
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| To mess up all my people
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| Make 'em see a little redder hey
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| When I do my dirt will you stand up high
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| And tell me how you got to be this way
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| I listened all the time
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| I wait around so long
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| And if you ever thought of dying to kill yourself
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| Like a tired old record you get played out
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| And you’ll be on your own
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| Buried in the ground
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| Well I remember that expression for the rest of my life
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| My answer to the party line up in and go get her
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| Reach inside my kitchen for that old carving knife
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| To mess up all the people
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| Make 'em see a little better hey
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| Woke up with a new song
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| Woke up with a tightrope
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| Living room is empty
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| Did you even miss me?
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| I knew about the last time
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| This could be the last time
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| Smoke going up the chimney
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| Can I take you with me?
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| Living room is empty
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| Dead with the memory
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| I can’t get over now
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| Roll over now
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| If you ever thought of dying to kill yourself
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| Like a tired old record you get played out
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| And you’ll be on your own
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| Buried in the ground |