| It was handsome at the auction,
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| oh but when we got it home,
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| it grew into something we could
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| no longer contain
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| Where’s our pigeon camera,
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| by now he could be anywhere
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| and after all that training.
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| And after all that training,
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| something we could no longer contain.
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| It’s boring, I’m embarrassed,
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| I don’t endorse that, I didn’t want this
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| This house it has it politics;
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| over there that’s my room
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| and that’s my sister’s.
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| And that’s my sister,
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| something we could no longer contain
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| It’s boring, I’m embarrassed,
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| I don’t endorse that; |
| I didn’t want this,
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| it’s horrific, I’m embarrassed,
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| I didn’t want that, I didn’t want this
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| It’s like we burned our boots with no contingency plan |