| It is best to keep it all inside
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| When the quicksand fills your boots
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| And rises past your eyes
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| It is better to die suffocating
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| And choking on your pride
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| It is best to keep it all inside
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| When she’s telling you that you’re no good
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| And that you’ll never be much more
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| Than some fool carved out of wood
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| It’s best to kill her with your kindness
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| While you’re sleeping in her bed
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| It is best to keep it all inside
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| It is never too late to come home
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| You will always have your box in your room
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| Where your mama lays your clothes out
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| And she leaves you where you lie
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| It is best to keep it all inside
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| But when it’s good, it’s really good
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| When there’s fruit up on the table
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| And she treats you like she should
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| There’s no need to get excited
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| Or let your heels click on the floor
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| It is best to keep it all inside
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| It is best to keep it all inside |