| It’s not the same without him here
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| Twenty years of him dead and gone
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| This Vodka does a memory clear
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| Though it’s too hard to imagine what these tears are for
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| A walking poster boy for all that’s good
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| He got swallowed by the cracks before he understood
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| She likes to think he loved her but it hurts so bad
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| 'Cause now she knows she’s wrong
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| It always seemed to strike her strange
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| His working late until the morning, spending so much cash
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| And the sweet smell of his angel’s hair
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| That seemed to cling to his lips just like a wax mustache
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| A walking monument to DNA
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| Making love under the podium at the P.T.A.
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| He’s the principal of principles, this love gone bad
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| 'Cause now she knows she’s wrong
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| It hardly seems worth it, baby
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| Too late in asking why
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| He juggled his honesty
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| With two balls and an alibi
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| Now she knows that
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| Now she knows that
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| Now she knows she’s wrong
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| A walking poster boy for all that’s good
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| He got swallowed by the cracks before he understood
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| She likes to think he loved her but it hurts so bad
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| 'Cause now she knows she’s wrong
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| A walking monument to DNA
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| Making love under the podium at the P.T.A.
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| He’s the principal of principles, this love gone bad
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| 'Cause now she knows she’s wrong |