| On the dashboard assembled in descending height order
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| Half a decade of Father’s Day gifts her mother bought for her
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| Never passed on, puffy eyes, nasty reaction
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| Doe eyes, you’re kidding yourself
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| I learned remedial Spanish from a toddler
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| Passenger seat of father’s taxi, cussing in unison
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| Clutching receipts and deceased handwriting
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| Filled with a sense of great disappointment
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| Doe eyes, you’re kidding yourself
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| And so fucking on
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| And so fucking forth
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| We’ve got your back, whatever that’s worth
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| If your hero told you to go huff a Sharpie, what would you do?
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| (I do not know)
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| Every girl I ever kissed I was thinking of a pro footballer
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| Thought you should know
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| I’ve learned more from toilet walls
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| Than I’ve learned from these words of yours
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| Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
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| It’s all in the words, but I’m here for the pictures
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| I’ve learned more from toilet walls
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| Than I’ve learned from these words of yours
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| Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
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| It’s all in the words, but I’m here for the pictures
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| I’ve learned more from toilet walls
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| Than I’ve learned from these words of yours
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| Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
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| It’s all in the words, but I’m here for the pictures
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| I’ve learned more from toilet walls
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| Than I’ve learned from these words of yours
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| Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
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| It’s all in the words, but I’m here for the pictures
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| I’m sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs
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| They were for your benefit not mine
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| I’m sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs
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| They were for your benefit not mine
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| I’m sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs
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| They were for your benefit not mine
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| I’m sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs
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| They were for your benefit not mine
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| And so fucking on, and so fucking forth
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| We’ve got your back, whatever that’s worth
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| If we didn’t know the shape was for functionality
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| What would we do? |
| (I do not know)
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| If it wasn’t for the corrupt U.S. pharmacy, what would we do?
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| Sometimes only you’ll know
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| We’re cementing old friends, dismissing old foes
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| We’re throwing punches and ducking blows
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| So, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la |