| There is something wrong with me That’s why I wrote this note
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| I’ve joined the writers who believe they have the antidote
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| So I will go quickly now
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| And leave breadcrumbs on the street
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| I’ll feel much better after I take my maternal leave
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| Let out a sign, pretend to die
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| You’re going to need an alibi
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| A broken arm, the same smell
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| So just relax, no one will tell
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| That brings you down
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| That brings you down
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| You’ve got to keep bringing me down
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| It stings me all over again
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| It’s the same dream in the back of my head
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| I’ve been collecting stones I-
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| I think I’ll throw at you
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| I can’t forget your face, I’m sorry dear but that’s my cue and-
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| I’ll be the first to leave
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| And return with a ring
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| Just keep your ears open and one day you might hear me sing
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| Let out a sign, pretend to die
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| You’re going to need an alibi
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| A broken arm, the same smell
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| So just relax, no one will know
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| That brings you down
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| That brings you down
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| You have got to keep bringing me down
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| It stings me all over again
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| It’s the same dream in the back of my head
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| (Repeatedly) Lock me up! |
| Lock me up!
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| (Repeatedly with above) No one will know |