| When I was just a boy, we’ll call it 15 or so,
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| I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in my bones
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| That girl who’s next to me, she found herself bored to tears
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| She realized that if she wanted conversation, she’s out of luck for three more
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| years
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| When I moved away from home, 100 miles or so,
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| I knew a change had grown inside my awkwardly long limbs and bones
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| That girl who’s next to me, she’s friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully
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| pretty,
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| But all she has to say is a meat head-themed monologue on why Brad ran away
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| She said, «All I can hope for is for me to get better,
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| because all I can take is no more.
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| I’ll win him back again, we’ll be lovers, best friends.
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| He won’t need no other woman like he did way back when he was with me.
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| He needed more than me
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| I’m friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty,
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| But he needed more than me."
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| When I felt that I should leave, we’ll call it midnight or so,
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| I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in her bones
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| That girl who’s next to me, she don’t know her worth in this town,
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| because her face starts to shine when that meat head behind me Is grinning as he’s checking her out
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| I said, «All I can hope for is for you to get better,
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| Because all I can take is no more.
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| I’ll hide where I can, away from you and your friends,
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| leaking tears over beers once again.» |