| Fear the m-
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| (They've got a hot one for you)
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| Fear the m-
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| Fear the man who lives without love
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| And the lover who lives without fear
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| Fear the man who always wants to fight, he’s not a talker
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| Fear the talker who never wants to fight
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| He’s got no guts
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| Fear the man who knows he’s gonna die
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| So he cries every night and just denies his life’s beauty
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| And fear the man who has heaven in his plans
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| So he gets so complacent that he doesn’t call his family
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| Fear the man who doesn’t understand
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| That there’s a million fish in the sea, but
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| Fear the girl who he really thinks is a different species, she’ll rip your
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| heart out
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| She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
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| (Give me a break)
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| She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
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| (Give me a break)
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| And all I’ve really wanted
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| (Give me a break)
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| For us to get along
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| For us to get along
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| She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
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| (Give me a break)
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| She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
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| (Give me a break)
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| And all I’ve really wanted
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| (Give me a break)
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| For us to get along
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| For us to get along
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| (Give me a break)
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| My girl moved away, huh
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| Can’t help but think it’s something that I say that
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| Makes her flee my loving arms and smiling face
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| And moves to a place where nobody even lovingly says her name
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| You know, it’s something that I’d do
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| Like not text back for a day or two, that says she deserves someone better, but
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| Every single guy she’s ever loved to me sounds really fucking dumb, and stupid
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| If I become a man
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| I’ll grab your cheek with my unwavering hand and
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| I’ll tell you that I’ll never second guess all the lovely love we made
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| And you don’t want kids but let’s think about it someday, you know
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| But you moved away and I
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| I grabbed you tight and then
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| I helped you to your car in that shitty parking lot, you know
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| I really miss you, and I hope that you miss me too
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| I really hope that you miss me too
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| She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
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| (Give me a break)
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| She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
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| (Give me a break)
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| And all I’ve really wanted
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| (Give me a break)
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| For us to get along
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| For us to get along
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| She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
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| (Give me a break)
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| She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
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| (Give me a break)
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| And all I’ve really wanted
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| (Give me a break)
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| For us to get along
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| For us to get along
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| (One-two-three-four-five-six-do it!)
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| (Give me a break)
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| (Give me a break)
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| (Give me a break)
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| In the more beautiful of films
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| The hopeless protagonist dies in the end
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| And whether his eyes stay shut
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| Or he just stops caring enough
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| It feels the same
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| You made my Mondays feel like Fridays
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| You made my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
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| And all I’ve really wanted
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| Was for us to get along
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| (Give me a break) |