| Now I know I was served in a big silver chair
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| But you seemed to think I deserved all indulgence I dared
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| We shared the same golden spoon
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| Unaware of who was feeding whom
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| Back then at the start we could eat with anyone we cared
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| I should’ve know you was full by the way that you hand it to me
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| We both got so old I couldn’t say how we planned it to be
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| No need to pull any punch
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| Love maxims for lunch
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| With the fresh broken heart you will eat with anyone that’s agreeing
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| We were full on caprese, we laughed while we dine
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| I served the entree, you served the spirits and the wine
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| But time heals, and while we laughed through our meals
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| I cheated desire, fading and tired and pine
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| So won’t you RSVP now, say it right to my face
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| Have a maxim more for the road and let’s get out of this place
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| I spent too long on the queue, you over drank the Le Tour
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| Let’s get back to wafers and water, I can’t stand the pace
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| I spent too long on the mike, while you were loving to type
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| And now that we’ve eaten we can both say what the hell we like |