| Ugh…
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| Oh, that’s my shit right there
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| That’s the ticket
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| Gimme the ticket
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| Give it to me baby
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| You know it!
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| I’m too emotional
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| Good luck to my future wives
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| And their future lives without me
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| You guys will do great
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| I’m sure that I’ve prepared you for every guy you’ll date
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| And every guy you’ll marry
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| And every guy you’ll hate
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| It’s the lullabies I sang out of tune, that’s probably what did it
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| Or my twin size mattress that I had since I was 7
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| That we have to sleep on whenever she spends the night
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| And if she falls off again, she’ll find another guy to like
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| We’re just Romeo and Juliet
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| But getting drunk and eating Percocets
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| But just to ease the stress
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| But soft what light, thru yonder window breaks
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| It is the east, but Juliet just puked off the balcony
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| How romantic
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| Nothing like getting drunk and getting manic
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| On a motherfucking Monday, I
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| I brush the bangs behind her lovely little ear
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| As she describes in detail how the end is truly near, wow
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| And I’m sure that we can do this for forever
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| Or until we drink the poison, 'cause she sees some cloudy weather
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| As Rosaline, lies in bed, seething, wide awake
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| Because a burning love for Juliet only took a day
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| And if Romeo & Juliet continued to be married
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| Then there’s half of a chance
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| That their kids would get embarrassed
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| When all the kids at school all talk about their parents
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| And Romeo Jr. has to say they’re not together
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| And Junior will dream of the day when he’s a man
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| And what he’ll do to avoid that 50% chance
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| Of his kids feeling the way he feels
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| He’ll probably just stick with the Netflix and Chill
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| Dear Shakespeare
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| Could you write a happy ending, please?
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| Could you write a happy ending, please?
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| We just deserve a happy ending, please, please
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| And every sting from every teardrop
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| From every ring at every pawn shop
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| I’m not missing both my Christmases
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| Though family would be nice
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| In my dreams, my kids are happy
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| And I know that they won’t mind
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| One Christmas
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| Just one Christmas
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| Just one Christmas
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| Just one Christmas
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| But dear mom
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| Conversations from a couch haven’t ever felt the same
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| Since you looked Dad in the eye
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| And you told him that things are about to change
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| My mom was made from Adam’s rib
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| And the marriage went south
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| When the snake came back and asked my mother out to dinner
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| And my dad found out, and asked my mom what that’s about
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| And she said, «Oh, it’s nothing,» but dad loves to shout really loud
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| Loud enough to knock the lamps and dressers to the ground
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| In my memory, I can hear
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| Chopin’s nocturnes playing in the background
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| A slow trainwreck, you’ll close your eyes
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| But forever hear the sound, and boy, it’s tough
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| 'Cause that’s the sound of people falling out of love |