| He gets close but I choke
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| Take your shit, take your clothes
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| And get out of my home
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| I want you to love me
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| Or I want you long gone
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| You say your real name is John
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| Hey, thanks John
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| Go, sing songs, go, rock on
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| Roll your crew on down the road
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| To the next sold out show
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| Think you can get up above me
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| Well, I want you to know
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| You’re a figure of fun to everyone
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| Beneath the lone star, neon blue broken sign
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| They wish they were you like I wish you were mine
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| What a dumb thing to do
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| How come I shout goodbye when God knows
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| I just want to make this white lie big enough
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| To climb inside with you
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| Another day, lost and gone
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| Clipping pages from the news for the senator’s son
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| Well, he just strolls through the lobby
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| And glad hands everyone
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| Another day, tossed and done
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| I go home take off clothes
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| Smoke a bowl, watched a whole TV movie
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| I was supposed to be writing
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| The most beautiful poems
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| And completely revealing
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| Divine mysteries of cloaks
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| I can’t say that I’m feeling
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| All that much at all at twenty seven years old
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| I’m disgust with desire by the guys
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| Who conspire at the only decent bar in town
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| And they drink MGD’s
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| And they wish they had me
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| Like I wish I had fire
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| What a sad way to be
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| What a girl who got tired
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| So I wonder who you got your hooks in tonight
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| Was she happy to be hooked and on your arm?
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| Did she feel alive? |
| Her head all light |