| The flowers I bought when you took off are wilted in the vase
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| There’s something here beneath the hair that kind of looks like my face
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| Garbage man, oh garbage man, why won’t you leave my street
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| How can this street possibly excrete this much trash seven days a week
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| I am here and you are there and it don’t make me feel any better
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| My baby blue, my you know who
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| Bring your sugar back before my heart attacks
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| I feel I should abandon all and travel down to the south
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| I swear I would, if only I could get last night’s party out of my mouth
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| I am here and you are there, and it don’t make me feel any better
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| My baby blue, my beautiful darlin' sweetheart, honey pooh
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| Bring your sugar back before my heart attacks
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| I’m drinking more and more and more, can’t hold onto myself
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| There ain’t no use when you’re not here, appreciating my good health
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| I know I’m here and I know you’re there but it don’t make me feel any better
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| About eating more and sleeping less, I’m just waiting on your letter |