| You had your chance to snatch me.
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| Almost let you catch me.
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| Then I found out you weren’t the girl you seemed to be.
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| I couldn’t live without you
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| And that crazy way about you.
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| But now when I say crazy, I mean literally.
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| Don’t park in long term parking,
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| because I’ll make this short.
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| You’re soon to be embarking,
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| toward your last resort.
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| I know you did the landscape
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| of my vast domain.
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| So take a lot of pictures.
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| It looks like rain.
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| I tried to give you chances
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| to curb your strange advances.
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| But conversations always end with flying plates.
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| Demanded all those mandates,
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| but wanted all my bandmates.
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| And now I know you’re really wanted in three states.
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| Your flattering progression,
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| from dating to obsession,
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| began with little cards with hearts and Hallmark quotes.
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| At first it seemed romantic,
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| but soon became pedantic,
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| when you began to send my parents ransom notes.
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| Don’t park in long term parking,
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| because I’ll make this short.
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| You’re soon to be embarking,
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| toward your last resort.
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| I know you love to practice,
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| To Lohengrin’s refrain.
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| So take a lot of pictures.
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| It looks like rain.
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| (Looks like rain)
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| (It looks like rain)
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| (Looks like rain) |