| By the time you hear this, it will be too late
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| By the time you hear this, I’ll be far away
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| Moving out at the break of dawn
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| Moving out past the Guns and Pawn
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| All of those times that I missed you
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| But you weren’t missing me
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| You called it self-improvement, but I had other words
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| Half-asleep and brainwashed like shaking off a curse
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| You at night by the bonfire blaze
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| Dancing there in the moonbeam rays
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| All of the times that I warned you, but you ignored my pleas
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| You were warned with my pleas
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| Like a scold were the pleas
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| You were warned
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| Haircuts in the mirror now
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| ATMs for a twenty-dollar bill
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| Knife, a pan, an empty can
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| Hallway bulbs and peepholes covered up
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| By the time you read this, it will be too late
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| By the time you read this, I’ll be in another state
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| Singing out the dials spinning round
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| Singing out with cicadas now
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| All of the times that I warned you, but you ignored my pleas
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| You were warned with my pleas
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| Like a scold with my pleas
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| You were warned
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| Ah, dee-ah, dee-ah, dee-ay
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| Ah, dee-ah, dee-ah, dee-ah, dee-ay
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| Ah, dee-ah, dee-ah, dee-ay |