| Hey still staring little girl
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| Are you looking at or past me?
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| Worry
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| Simple symptoms won’t leave you this underweight or red in the eyes
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| No more rules, the ones we make don’t last the night
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| So pick up the pieces
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| Start again, start over Tuesday morning
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| Conscience clean
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| This card, postmarked December 23
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| The caption reads:"How does he do it?"
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| Ms. too bad he treats me like i’m dead
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| Nothing works to make this easy
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| No more lies
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| The ones we live will work just fine
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| So pick up the pieces
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| Start again, start over Tuesday morning
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| Conscience clean, alone
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| I hope you figure out what it is you want |