| It’s really too bad
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| He became a prisoner of his own past
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| He stabbed the moment in the back with the round thumbtack
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| That held up the list of things he got to do
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| It’s really no good
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| He’s moving on before he understood
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| He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
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| Caught from the places that he did 'cause he forgot to look
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| He better staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Well I guess you could say
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| That he don’t even know where to begin
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| 'Cause he looked both ways but he was so afraid
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| Digging deep into the ditch, every chance he missed
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| And the mess he made
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| 'Cause hate is such a strong word
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| And every brick he laid, a mistake they say
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| That his walls are getting taller, and his world is getting smaller
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| Better staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Staple it together and call it bad weather
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| It’s really too bad
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| He became a prisoner of his own past
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| He stabbed the moment in the back with the round thumbtack
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| That held up the list of things he got to do
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| It’s really no good
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| He’s moving on before he understood
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| He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
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| Caught from the places that he did 'cause he forgot to look
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| He better staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Staple it together and call it bad weather
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| If the weather gets better we should get together
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| Spend a little time or we could do whatever
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| And if we get together we’d be twice as clever
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| So staple it together and call it bad weather
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| Mh mh |