| Why don’t you write your mother
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| Why don’t you call your family
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| They’re expecting an answer
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| Spare them your strange behavior
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| What of your expectations
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| Weren’t you going to show us all
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| Some new kind of dancer
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| This season’s singing savior
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| I’m too far gone, and it’s no use pretending
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| I could ever forget what I done
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| I’m already too far gone
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| I got no bridges left to burn
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| It’s better to keep moving on
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| It’s such a long way down, too far to fall
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| Too much trouble to turn back around
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| Think of your friends and neighbors
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| Suffering through your lamest years
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| You must owe them something
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| Come now, you must remember
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| Haven’t you finished playing
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| Get down to business soon
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| Because your lean years are coming
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| June now, but come December
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| I’m too far gone, and it’s no use pretending
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| I could ever forget what I done
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| I’m already too far gone
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| I got no bridges left to burn
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| It’s better to keep moving on
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| It’s such a long way down, too far to fall
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| Too much trouble to turn back around
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| I’m too far gone, and it’s no use pretending
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| I could ever forget what I done
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| I’m already too far gone
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| I got no bridges left to burn
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| It’s better to keep moving on
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| It’s such a long way down, too far to fall
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| Too much trouble to turn back around |