| Ah-oh
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| Ah-oh
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| Some say I’ve lost my touch at crafting Say Anything songs
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| I suppose I’ll let you take my place on stage
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| It’s not a difficult job to supplant, young one
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| And you’re twice as insightful at half my age
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| Just string together lines of smug, self-loathing bile
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| Bare the chip, your shoulder holds the weight
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| Wield your aged thesaurus, bludgeon ignorance
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| Clutch the awkward fifteen pounds you’ve grown to hate
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| The truth is
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| One day, you will be greater than I
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| The truth is
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| One day, I will be eclipsed
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| The thought of it
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| Brings a warm smile to my face
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| Cos I’ve lived
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| And bled
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| For this
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| So grapple with your sexual misconduct and
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| Your drug use in a blunt, acerbic verse
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| And grate your voice and make a choice to hibernate
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| It’s the better half of us that live the worse
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| Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll shed corporate ties
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| Out there on your own, no sealed income
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| With rejects and misfits for friends, no shot at fame
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| Simmering in the glow of the angels in your home
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| The truth is
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| I’m warm in the blanket of my niche
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| The truth is
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| How you sing back makes me cry
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| There are many taught a love forgot ain’t worth a damn
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| Not I
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| It will keep breathing when I die
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| What’s left to do but keep those words and phrases away?
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| The ones we all knew and live in fear to claim
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| I never say, «Washed up,» as I prefer to say, «Washed over»
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| Because you can drown in the love of yesterdays
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| Cos you can drown in the love of yesterdays
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| Because you can drown in the love of yesterdays
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| Cos you can drown in the love of yesterdays
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| Love of yesterdays
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| Of yesterdays |