| Shooed out like a housefly
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| This house was half my mind
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| I don’t dispute the doubts you’ve outlined
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| But it’s my right to waste your time
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| And these things
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| It stands to reason
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| These things won’t kill me
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| Your feelings
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| The spattering
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| It bores me
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| Don’t tell me
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| Burned in on the 8th of May
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| She was spectacular
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| I walk a half-moon by the bus stop
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| Sliding 'cross the street to her
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| Three stings
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| Sequentially
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| Three strings
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| Won’t kill me
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| Your spieling
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| Gracelessly
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| Is my grief
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| Please tell me
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| Half-masted, bass-boosted, slingbacked, fully retractable
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| Throw out the la-la by the busload
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| Match the photo to the description
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| I do indeed and shall continue
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| Dispatch the shiftless man to points beyond |