| I’ve got some clay birds for you
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| Take out the nightlight, take it out
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| Take it out on me, I don’t mind
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| Who really cares, tell me who really cares
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| I know it’s not you
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| Who told you that, I think they lied
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| Those things I brought her didn’t work
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| I didn’t think they would
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| And it broke the next day
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| It fell apart and she left me anyways
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| There’s something I don’t like about it
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| It’s not dust and it’s not turpentine
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| It’s a curtain wall from you
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| It tells me what to do
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| Tells me what to do
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| Don’t you tell me what to do
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| Don’t tell me what to do |