| last time I listened to you
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| well I almost wound up dead
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| you said things would get better
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| but it hasn’t happened yet
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| and when I look at your picture
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| I can’t believe it’s true
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| so that’s the last time I listen to you
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| so I’m gonna get trashed
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| and I might just get a gun
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| just to show you I’m desperate
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| and to keep you hanging on you say it would have succeeded
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| without those meddling kids
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| but I’m not gonna listen to this
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| and I know I got carried away
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| and they might have to amputate
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| and it’s all gonna show
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| the day the music choked
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| it’s gonna be sad
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| and you’re gonna get upset
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| you’ll be checkin the papers
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| and you’ll wonder where I went
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| dialing 900 numbers
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| for something new to do cause that’s the last time I’ll listen to you |