| You should call me up, Shane
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| Seems like you got something to talk to somebody for
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| 'Cause it really seems a shame
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| That you don’t seem to love yourself much anymore
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| It’s got to be strange
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| One day you’re cruisin', and the next you’re losing ground
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| But you’re way too old to care
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| About how your old man never was around
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| I don’t have none of my own babies
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| So I leave my pile of nickels to you, Shane
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| I always thought of you as family
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| So it seems the very least I can do, Shane
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| Shane
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| Please understand me
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| I know that everything’s ridiculous
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| But it’s sad you can’t see
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| That you’re pretty much a genius
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| I’m probably never gonna have any heirs
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| So I’m leaving you my hay pennies, Shane
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| And a piece of paper with a Chinese prayer
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| And a Susan B. Anthony, Shane
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| Shane
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| I’m probably never gonna have any heirs
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| So I’m leaving you my hay pennies, Shane
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| And a piece of paper with a Chinese prayer
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| And a Susan B. Anthony, Shane
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| I don’t have none of my own babies
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| So I’m leaving my fortune to you, Shane
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| I always thought of you as family
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| So it seems the very least I can do, Shane
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| Shane
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| Shane
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| Shane |