| Things were going pretty well 'till I died
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| On that summer afternoon
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| When you broke down before my eyes
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| Well I got a streak of meanness
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| A clumsy way of speaking
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| And I don’t know where I get it from
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| It must run in my family
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| Do I have to go down on my knees?
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| This is my 16th apology to you
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| With friends like me who needs enemies
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| I got a river inside the size of my rage
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| Which is really something else
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| When you think of my tender age
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| Well I got a way about me
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| But it’s hard for me to see it
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| And I don’t know when I’m in the wrong
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| Why am I so hard to please?
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| This is my 16th apology to you
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| Do I have to go down on my knees for you
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| With friends like me who needs enemies
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| The things I said about you
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| Were all said yesterday
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| I didn’t mean to hurt you
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| Maybe we could work it out someday
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| Well I got a streak of meanness
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| A clumsy way of speaking
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| And I don’t know when I’m in the wrong
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| Why am I so hard to please?
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| Do I have to go down on my knees?
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| This is my 16th apology to you
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| With friends like me who needs enemies |