| Your joy is killing me, I don’t have anything
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| Remember when we used to wear each other’s clothes
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| Yeah I’ve been struggling, but I know lots of things
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| And I got an idea that’s gonna turn on the money hose
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| Choking on a joke, trying to keep it light
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| I could never quite get the timing right
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| But you, you never know how it feels
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| I got ideas, hmm-mmh
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| No one knows
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| We watched you on TV, healthy recovery
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| The sound was good but you’re always looking down
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| Don’t take this personally, but man if that was me
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| I’d make more eye contact with the camera, kinda work the crowd
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| You probably think I called to say that you were right
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| But I’m black out drunk in a cotton field on a Friday night
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| And I got nothing to do but tell you how I feel
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| I got ideas, ooh-ooh-ooh
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| So watch out
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| You always think I’m bluffing
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| Like I’m some kind of Mississippi Nuthin'
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| But I was first-string quarterback
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| Drove you everywhere
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| Oh that time where I’d have hit you so hard
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| You tried to drive and wrecked your car
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| And I had to help you wash the blood out of your hair
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| 'Cause I’ve always been, that kind of go-to friend
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| Well maybe it’s true
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| Maybe I’m just a blue collared version of you
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh
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| You’re on a winning streak
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| Well I got laid off last week
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| I got a plan that’s gonna turn it all around
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| I got ideas, I got ideas
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| No one knows |