| She wrote me out a letter of thanks
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| I had to doubt
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| Waking in someone’s shoes
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| It made me feel so harried
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| Under her clothes she carried
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| Proof that she wasn’t married
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| She carved herself a piece of my heart
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| I have to starve
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| Walking in someone’s bed
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| Love causes such congestion
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| It gives me indigestion
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| When she brings up the question
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| I walked into a solid brick wall
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| I felt like glue
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| Sticking to someone’s shed
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| My front teeth were all broken
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| By those doors you had spoken
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| I wish you’d left them open
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| Now when it’s time to look for some peace
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| I think it’s fine
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| Practising my last stand
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| Now that the crowd’s diminished
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| Our hope of loud is finished
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| I trace your name in spinach |