| Every day when I leave my house I water my grass
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| The lawn sings and assures me to «Have a nice day while you can afford it
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| Soak up the sun before they make you buy it.»
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| Sometimes things don’t pass
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| They kinda just stop coming
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| Just like my paychecks
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| I don’t equal up to the work that I put in
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| You said you need me even though I’m an asshole
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| Lately I don’t get enough sleep
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| The bags by my eyes can carry my groceries
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| I drink wine just to feel more romantic
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| The creeps that your grin gives me keep me from slumber
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| Your currents are violent and holding me under
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| Let’s take a walk down back to that playground where we were just girls and boys
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| Sand and toys, nothing ruined our days besides the rain
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| As we get older it rains more often
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| We become toys waiting for someone to pick us out of the sand
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| To hold our hearts and help us understand
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| We all have those ones who will never care
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| We all have those people who will never call
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| We all miss someone way too much all the time
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| Take me on ship and we’ll kiss this anchor out to sea |
| Some soldiers they shoot
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| Some miss their call to duty
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| I’ll extend my arms out to learn a lesson that no teachers teach
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| On how to admire the morning in case this is the last one that I’ll ever see |