| This was poorly planned
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| And executed twice as bad
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| And now we’re swapping stories 'cross the table
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| Yeah, it’s rather sad
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| That mom would cry 'cause dad got mad
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| So she locked herself in a burnt out house
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| While wedding bells were ringing out
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| This was poorly wrote
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| It’s a shipwreck note for note
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| Despite it’s many flaws it has you smitten
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| You’re blinded by a verse or two
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| Convinced they’re all about you
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| But I’m drunk and just sittin',
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| Swingin' on your front porch singing
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| Keep it to yourself
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| Make your life a living hell
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| Die a little every day
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| Most people die that way
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| And when it all went wrong
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| You became a ghost
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| It’s not as hard as you to pose for animals
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| Wearing clothes
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| Well now you know my tricks
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| I oversimplify a bit
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| And I break things down until they’re small and friendly
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| Well that includes your heart
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| And like a rundown shopping cart
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| Goes creaking down the aisle
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| Throwing sparks and faking smiles
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| Keep it to yourself
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| Make your life a living hell
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| Die a little every day
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| Most people die that way
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| And when it all went wrong
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| You became a ghost
|
| It’s not as hard as you to pose for animals
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| Wearing clothes
|
| Keep it to yourself
|
| Make your life a living hell
|
| Die a little every day
|
| Most people die that way
|
| And when it all went wrong
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| You became a ghost
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| It’s not as hard as you to pose for animals
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| Wearing clothes |