| Finishing life with you
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| Would be the best thing I could ever do
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| The days when I’m hardly movin'
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| Will be the saddest and they’re comin' soon babe
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| Blinding yes that’s what they say
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| And I want it to stay that way
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| So put on your hat, don’t stay
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| Don’t wanna wait until I hate you again
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| Leave all your insects, too
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| 'Cause there’ll be plenty crawlin' all over you
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| We’ll never have to fall apart or
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| Leave each other or break our hearts
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| But that’s okay I don’t really mind
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| A love like you isn’t very hard to find
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| Well I’m not the one for you
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| And I could have killed you, too
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| Just like I did your aunt and uncle, Sue and Drew
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| Beautiful blueish-greenish skies
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| Yes, this here day will serve us quite alright
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| Gloominess, sadness, tears, and fear
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| Yeah, we’ll have none of that, not here
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| Just me and you and you and me
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| 'Cause 2 is the perfect number
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| 3 would mean catastrophe
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| Yeah, 3 would be silly
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| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey!
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| You left all your clothes in a bag
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| You might be wondering why I look like such a wreck
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| Spent all night in a chair
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| Well it was no use 'cause you already weren’t there
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| Here’s to say surprise surprise
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| You’ll rot a widow and die my wife |