| This here is no love song
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| And it is not for you
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| Its for the folks that relate to
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| What i have been going through
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| Its for the 40 hour overtime
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| Working man
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| And too the good women out there
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| I know you’ll understand
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| Why don’t you run off to L. A
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| And lose your mind
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| And get some energy doctor to tell
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| You everything is fine
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| We can still be friends like you talk about
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| But first give me back them pearls
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| And the keys to my fucking house
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| Get out
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| They say all wee need is just a little patience
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| But what do you do when your woman
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| Is too high maintenance yea
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| I’m hating to admit it
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| Even if its your wife
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| Tell her pack your shit
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| And take the first train out of my life
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| Its a classic line baby
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| I just wanna be friends
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| But baby my friends don’t have the keys to my Mercedes Benz, no
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| I think i know what you mean
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| You wanna talk and such
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| Tell me all your problems
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| But we don’t fuck
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| Its is not that right
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| I had plenty of friends before i met you
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| I don’t need no more
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| So now i thinks its time you started heading out for that door and even tho i
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| feel real bad tonight
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| Please pack your shit
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| And take the first train out of my life
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| Why don’t you run off to L. A
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| And lose your mind
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| Louver got 15 minutes and
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| I think your wasting time yea
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| Its easy to see when you’ve lost your mind
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| But here ill be when you decide to come back blind
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| You were a mid-west girl who says
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| She liked to drink beer and hang
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| And now your walking red carpets talking new York hip hop slang
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| And even though i might break down
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| And cry tonight
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| Please pack your shit
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| And take the first train out of my life oh yea yea
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| Why don’t you run off to L. A |