| Well, he’s out of season, out of sync
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| Oh lord, what must his family think
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| And you must be getting his feathers wet
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| Well, she always seems to be the talk
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| Until she drops you like a rock
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| Well, you should’ve been a better friend to him
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| Well, I dusted all the bones out of my yard
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| I fixed the screen door, razed the barn
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| But still you call me from the moon every single afternoon
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| Tell me all about the astronauts you’ve come to love
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| And how the earth looks from above
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| And how I should’ve been a better friend to you
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| But, I’ve never seen life as a chore
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| A treasure for to find
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| I’ve read the news, abused the booze
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| And often wondered why
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| My smile remains
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| Though thinking pains the average passer-by
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| Oh, they’ll sink like stones into their homes
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| Away from teeth like mine
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| Yeah, and so I came to hate my skin
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| And all the holes you did in
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| And the way you let my legs waltz the weeks away
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| By your side
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| Well, you should’ve been a better friend of mine
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| Well, I saw in you a brand new bird
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| The song, of which, I’d never heard
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| Oh, a melody so fine
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| The whole world would pine
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| And it’s a tune to give the boys the blues
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| And turn the horses into glue
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| You know, I should’ve been a better friend to you
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| Yeah, I should’ve been a better friend to you
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| Well, I’ve never seen life as a chore
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| Or a treasure for to find
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| I’ve read the news, abused the booze
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| And often wondered why
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| Oh, my smile remains
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| Though thinking pains the average passer-by
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| Well, they’ll sink like stones into their homes
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| Away from teeth like mine
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| Yeah, you should’ve been a better friend of mine
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| Yeah, you should’ve been a better friend of mine |