| Someone that I met but I hardly knew
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| He said that everyone loves a defective heart
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| He’d parted ways with diction, this was late last night
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| He see me getting your affection and it proved he was right
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| The way I stared off thinking that all was sound
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| Anyone I knew they woulda called me down
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| You can break my legs, you can kick me downstairs
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| But there ain’t no getting over Joanie Hale-Maier
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| Just let me walk away
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| Ah let me walk away
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| And then the place ignite
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| It’s in my face and I’m
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| Behind the bassline
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| Someone that I knew but I hardly met
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| Told me, it’s hopeless I’m a slut for the New York Times
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| She made my heart soft, worn an aiguillette on her arm
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| She never been to Texas, never heard of King Kong
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| And it’d been so long since I’d been suitably high
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| So we did an Airborne, settled in for the night
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| Tell me sweetness don’t somehow reach your heart
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| Until you fall flat down and you can’t wait to start
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| This is the one cold truth we’ve all of us known
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| As I think to myself this could be easy or I could face it alone
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| And then the place ignite
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| All out of grace and I’m
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| Behind the bassline |