| Yeah it was only one time
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| When he said it you can never remember
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| It was at the end of December
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| When you killed
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| I wish I never told you to try
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| But I knew it’d make for quite a great story
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| Now I’m blooming into prevalent glory
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| All but well
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| When you like to misbehave
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| I can’t drive and make the save
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| You got such a neck for my head
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| When you’re in and out of luck
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| I can’t pry you out the muck
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| I can’t bring you back from the dead
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| Again
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| It was the sign of the times
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| But he said that you get into conforming
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| It was such an innocent morning
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| When you snapped
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| I wish I’d never played with your pride
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| But it’s sad that you were able to hurt her
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| I know you got away with murder
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| In the past
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| When you like to misbehave
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| I can’t drive and make the save
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| You got such a neck for my head
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| When you’re in and out of luck
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| I can’t pry you out the muck
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| I can’t bring you back from the dead
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| Again
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| I count it
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| I count it
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| I count it
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| I count it up
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| I count it
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| I count it
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| I count it
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| I count it
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| I count it
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| I count it
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| I count it
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| I count it up
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| I count it
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| I count it
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| I count it ohhh
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| I counted it up |