| I’m trying to ease into this evening
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| I’m trying to ease into this evening
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| I’m trying to figure out what’s the matter
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| But these problems are deeper than you and I
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| When I’m not busy watching you cry in public (as you read this)
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| I’ll break your heart for the thousandth time
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| And tell you to get some help
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| Or get out of the house
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| Because you seem P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C
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| I really didn’t want to have to spell it out
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| But you’ve left me with little choice
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| With resentment towards friends you’ve never really met
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| And inner office relations you can’t seem to clearly voice
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| So, take twelve steps
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| Get out of the house
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| Because you seem so lost, stumbling and fumbling, drunk, down Fairmount Avenue
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| It’s clear as a bell
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| But you’re stubborn as hell and too hopeless to let your guard down
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| It’s clear as a bell
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| But you’re stubborn as hell and spilt your water ice across the table
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| Clean up this mess
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| Clean up this mess
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| Instead of waiting for it to clean itself
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| ‘Cause it isn’t going anywhere
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| It isn’t going anywhere
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| It isn’t going anywhere overnight
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| But you’ll ignore me and sleep, clothes on, uptight
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| Well, I’m trying to ease out of this evening
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| Well, I’m trying to ease out of this evening
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| Well, I’m trying to ease out of this evening
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| Well, I’m trying to ease out of this evening |