| Called to see if your back
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| Was still aligned and your sheets
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| Were growing grass all on the corners of your bed
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| But you’ve got too much to wear on your sleeves
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| It has too much to do with me
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| And secretly I want to bury in the yard
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| The grey remains of a friendship scarred
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| You told us of your new life there
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| You got someone comin' around
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| Gluing tinsel to your crown
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| He’s got you talking pretty loud
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| You berate remember your ailing heart and your criminal eyes
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| You say you’re still in love
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| If it’s true what can be done
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| It’s hard to leave all those moments behind
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| Called to see if your back
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| Was still aligned and your sheets
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| Were growing grass all on the corners of your bed
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| But you’ve got too much to wear on your sleeves
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| It has too much to do with me
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| And secretly I want to bury in the yard
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| The grey remains of a friendship scarred
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| You tested your metal of doe’s skin and petals
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| While kissing the lipless
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| Who bleed all the sweetness away |