| Can’t seem to erase you
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| I threw out all the records you’re on
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| Every week there’s another friend
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| Who doesn’t know how bad you got
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| In the heat of a moment
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| I threw them in the trash
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| I hope you felt a tingle
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| Or a psychic punch or scratch
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| Keep us in the news feed.
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| Watch as things improve
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| I hope evil can see this
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| And you get what you deserve
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| Never relayed the message
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| How bad the drinking water got
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| I wish for you to suffer
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| Like I had wished that we would not
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| I left once, but I’ll stay now
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| If we promise that I can
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| I begged her to apologize
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| For what was said inside the van
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| We can see you in the garden
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| With the snake under your hair
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| You don’t hold upon the water
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| There’s nothing under there
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| I hope evil can see this
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| And you get what you deserve
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| I hope evil can see this
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| And you get what you deserve
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| If the things you steal could save you
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| I would think you’re doing well
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| But they never helped a little bit before
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| As far as I could tell
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| Don’t forget the footnote
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| Some unpaid intern ghostwrote
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| In your unfinished memoir
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| About the time you held
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| The world inside your hands and
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| Left it at the bar |