| Ten times out of ten
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| I know I’m nothing special
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| My clothes are so worn out, a soft breeze could burst their seams
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| I’ve torn right through my jeans in a valiant effort
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| To prove that I’m a master architect, constructing a structure in which we’ll
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| spend the night
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| If I balance the walls just right
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| We could carve a folding door out of our discarded cardboard
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| And brace the night’s display with poor support
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| Until the sun went down
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| As a storm came through and crushed our town
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| Of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles
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| So, I’ll say what I have to say and split
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| So, you can keep the wreckage
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| And our tarp as your reminder
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| Because the cause is only as good as the people left behind it
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| And they’re here because they have to be
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| (Not because they want to be)
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| Anna seemed so down
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| As a storm came through and crushed our town
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| Of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles
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| So, I said what I had to say and split
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| All as the sun went down
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| A storm came through and crushed our town
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| Of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles
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| So, I said what I had to say and split |