| I will be on my knees with a one way ticket to the broadway trees
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| I needed your hand, needed then i pleaded to get away
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| And by the lake, while i stayed i grew tired of this
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| And the constant grey
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| So i broke up his hand and turned to the one he’d been kissing
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| 'cause everything’s falling down today
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| The shooter’s over there in the sand
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| I got no reason to celebrate
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| But i could use a little helping hand
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| Concentrate, be amazed by the tight blue jeans worn by mrs gray
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| And the rest of the gang tumbled out of the classroom
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| I don’t need cotton sheets or the book that spoke of the
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| Autumn breeze and the times that we had
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| Fumbling around in the bathroom
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| 'cause everything’s falling down today
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| The shooters over there in the sand
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| I got no reason to celebrate
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| But i could use a little helping hand
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| Yeah i could use a little helping hand
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| By the trees we agreed to abort his will and the need to please
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| With purpose and pace all of this was new to my head
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| And i adored this crumpled lawn and i greeted you
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| With a grinding jaw and a beer in hand |
| The laugh lines made me second rate
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| But everything’s falling down today
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| The shooter’s over there in the sand
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| I got no reason to celebrate
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| But i could use a little helping hand
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| Yeah i could use a little helping hand |