| Walked around forever trying to find some other bank machine
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| That wasn’t gonna hit me with a service fee
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| I just remembered it was January 2nd
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| 'Cause everyone was throwing out their Christmas tree
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| I can’t even figure out whoever’s in the party house
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| I’m out here on the front lawn with the head wound
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| Yeah sure you’re gonna move out to the city
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| Forgive me if I don’t believe you
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| I never did believe you
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| In the gardens all the trees were strung with speakers
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| They drowned us in the hiss of tambourines
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| I stumbled on some stunning new sincerity
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| It was the first time that I really felt the speed
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| It was the last time that she talked to me
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| Didn’t realize when I scouted the location
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| That I was standing with her new man
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| And of course he made a joke about the jumpsuit
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| When the band went into Caravan
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| If that’s the kind of clever that gets her at the buzzer
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| I guess that I was buzzing up the wrong tree
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| I wasn’t half as bad as what she must have thought I was
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| The last time that she talked to me
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| The last time that she talked to me
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| If all of my existence is ever on exhibit
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| Tell the curator to emphasize the tape machine
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| 'Cause that’s what she was sitting on
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| When we finally started kissing on
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| The last time that she talked to me
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| In the entrance there was barely any mention
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| That the armies were amassing in the streets
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| The lingering suspicions of a million Hare Krishnas
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| Hissing from the speakers in the trees
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| In the kitchen there were signs that she was slipping
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| Someone saw her breaking off the tape machine
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| All I really said was that the clicks were in her head
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| It was the last time that she talked to me |