| Excuse me, oh pardon me, I’m
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| Still sticky on the inside
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| There comes a time when all I do
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| Is sit around in contemplation
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| And curse my situation
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| I’m just too bored for normal use
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| Be careful of what you wish for
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| Impossible to just ignore
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| One last time is all I need
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| To get my laughing stocks in order
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| They’re on the rise this quarter
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| Beware of certain friends
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| Who sell you out when everything is free
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| I know what I am to all of you
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| And I’ve got all these other things to do
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| To do
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| Open up and know enough I’m overused
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| Everyone I’ve ever loved is easily amused
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| Go ahead and tell the dead it’s only you
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| But I am much too old
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| I am much too old
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| I am much too old now
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| Imagine this chaos theory
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| Makes all the profits leery
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| Somebody’s showing them the ropes
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| We used to hang ourselves with
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| Instead of quiet respite
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| We choose the noose in lieu of hope
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| Oh rose red, oh violent blue
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| I should’ve seen the clues but
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| This song is dumb and so am I
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| Character assassinations
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| Are really observations
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| Stay home and ask yourself
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| Why am I so low when I’m so high?
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| So high
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| Open up and know enough I’m overused
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| Everyone I’ve ever loved is easily amused
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| Go ahead and tell the dead it’s only you
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| But I am much too old
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| I am much too old
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| I am much too old now
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| Yeah
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| Come on
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| Open up and know enough I’m overused
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| Everyone I’ve ever loved is easily amused
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| Go ahead and tell the dead it’s only you
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| But I am much too old
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| I am much too old
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| I am much too old
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| I am much too old |