| I thought we had a good relationship
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| The kind you can hang your hat on
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| Now I just hang on every word you say
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| The ones you hang yourself on
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| I think we used to communicate
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| The one thing we could rely on
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| Now all you have is your communique
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| And that’s not much to fall back on
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| I think we used to have so much fun
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| Insanity versus drinking
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| Now you impulsively display your thoughts
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| Without too much thinking
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| Don’t think I’ve ever seen you frown before
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| It doesn’t mean I’m not happy
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| Now you’re reciting your jokes alone
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| Without too much laughing
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| Oh no is it too much for me to take
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| Or is it over my head
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| It gets dark as the spotlight shines
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| Showing brick wall as background
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| No matter how many crickets you hear
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| I know you’ll never back down
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| You start believing your excuses
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| The audience is too simple
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| I guess they need to know when to laugh
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| With a snare drum and cymbal
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| I’m sure the crowd thinks the same as me
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| We can see right through you
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| They know exactly when to loathe
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| Without the help of a drum cue
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| Well thanks for coming out tonight
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| You get applause because it’s required
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| But more quiet than the earlier guys
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| I guess everyone’s tired
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| Oh no is it too much
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| For you to take
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| Or is it over your head
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| You’re in over your head
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| With friends like them
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| It’s not a laughing matter at all |