| Are you frightened by the weight you possess
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| Or is this lie just weightlessness
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| Smoggy twilight in L.A.
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| I can’t think of one real thing to say
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| And Robbie Williams is walking in the canyons
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| Forgets that we were friends
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| I guess it all depends on your mood
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| Why can’t these meds be any damn good
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| And she said,
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| Why can’t you be like my water pick shower massager
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| A sweet reliable machine
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| And to tell the truth
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| I don’t feel less alone
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| My water massager’s
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| The purest love I’ve ever known
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| Why can’t you be, like when I was thirteen
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| He said
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| Why can’t you be
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| Like an art house foreign movie
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| Frank and sexy red balloons and ennui
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| And aloof to me and
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| Why can’t you be, a little more of a mystery
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| Why can’t you be
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| The part of me that’s missing
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| Instead of leaving me for some other
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| Say we’re perfect for each other
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| And we won’t spend this life
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| Alone
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| She said,
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| Why can’t you be
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| Like and out sourced government contract
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| And I’m a fat cat getting away with anything
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| Kicking some secret special powers
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| Illumination rounds in showers
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| 'Cause your tearing our hair out
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| When we could have a bed of flowers
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| Why can’t you be
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| Like the chicks out on the road
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| Some girls are happy just to see me
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| Cause you got moxie and a broken nose
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| You take em away from this prose
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| Sometimes a blowjob’s not enough
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| Why can’t you play
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| A little less rough
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| Can we, just leave it be
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| We could live our lives
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| Separately
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| Could you forget
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| What happens to you and me
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| When we’re dead
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| And we’ll be dead
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| We’ll have eternity
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| And I will spend it all
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| Missing you and me
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| So while I’m alive
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| I will always be
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| Seeking you out, wondering about
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| How’d we go so far down
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| And what’s do wrong with you and me
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| Why can’t you be, someone looking a little deeper into me
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| Like J.D. Sallenger,
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| Why do I challenge her
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| In all the surface ways that you displease
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| Why can’t you be a little more at ease
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| Why can’t you be, like a hand rolled cigarette
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| I’m not joking
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| This masochistic, self-pity of smoking
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| And this silly ditty that keeps provoking you
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| To leave me
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| Why can’t you be like a candle I can snuff
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| You’re still a diamond in the rough
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| And I swear to god I’ve had enough
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| How can I
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| Call your bluff |