| I wanted to remember my mica
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| You helped me again to think of the unthinkable things.
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| Made my arms hurt so bad I would happily forget.
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| You’re surprised at what you go through.
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| As if no one ever told you.
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| (On your own feet, your own feet stand.
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| Not to wallow in heart ache).
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| I’ve done more than I would like to.
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| But it’s not all that I can do.
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| (You gotta get out of bed, into it).
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| When even your bad luck runs out,
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| Not to wallow in self-pitying pathetic dreams.
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| You know what I mean.
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| She worked hard to be his novice and then broke into his office.
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| (With her clothes off, her clothes off still.
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| Not to wallow in heart ache)
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| Amor, settle for a small dart if you can’t find it in your heart.
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| But there’s a big noise from her chest.
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| Let me do the talking, now that I’m here.
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| You’ll steal all the attention anyway.
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| 'Cause something about you compels me to feel
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| That a glued together vase is still a vase.
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| (Not to wallow in heart ache) |