| He waits for the sound of the train to stop
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| It’s like the second hand on the clock
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| Is moving, moving in slow-motion
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| She waits, though she knows what he’s about to say
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| It’s two years, four months, three days
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| Since they went and fucked it up
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| He walks home from a second job
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| Late rent, two kids
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| But he’s doing it, he’s doing it for love
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| She sleeps along in a king-size bed
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| They said she needs two pills
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| As a way to sort her head out
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| You’ve got it so bad
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| You’re wasting your time
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| You didn’t know that
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| He’s just not your type
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| Got dealt the wrong hand
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| But you don’t want to fight
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| So you tell your friends that
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| You’ll be alright
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| Are we having any fun yet?
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| You’ve got it so bad
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| You’ve got it so bad
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| You’ve got it so bad
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| You’ve got it so bad |