| Well it took five neigbors
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| To get him in the hall
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| And down the three flights of stairs
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| Out the building’s door
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| I know that it’s easy to say
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| That it couldn’t be worse
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| But now she’s in her apartment
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| Alone for the first time since the last jerk
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| And once you let them get to you
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| It never washes off
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| 'Cause they can smell the weak ones
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| And just pick you off like a pigeon
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| And each one is worse than the last one
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| Until you’re a professional victim
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| You get everything backwards
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| Learning how to survive
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| You treat the little wounds first
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| Let the big ones fester for life
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| You’ve done it enough
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| You would think that you know what you need
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| But it doesn’t get any better
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| When you’ve got such an eye for the bad seed
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| And if you take a look you can see the cracks
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| In the story told where the logic lacks
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| All the pretty girls and the stupid boys
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| Make the same mistakes until they’ve got no choice |