| Wet my face in the bathroom
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| Try and shave off the «he»
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| That you speak unto «me» if I have to
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| I can shriek at a pitch more dissonant
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| Sometimes I have to
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| Like when I left your apartment
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| In my shorts and knee high socks
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| Wet faced, red eyed, and hair tied
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| Riled up as a beehive
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| It’s a long life, I can’t get it right
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| You can’t be whole
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| When you look inside you’ll find more of your problems
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| And I need you around
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| Like the ground needs a figure just to be something at all
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| It’s a long life, I can’t get it right
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| It’s a long life, I can’t get it right
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| It’s a long life, I can’t get it right
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| It’s a long life, I can’t get it right
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| It’s a long life, it will waste you in return
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| It’s a long life, it will waste you in return
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| It’s a long life, it will waste you in return
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| It’s a long life, it will waste you in return
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| I like your house
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| Trees bend and tire swing in your backyard
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| Your mom went out
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| To smoke and I could tell that you’re worried about her
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| It’s a long life, it’s hard to get it right
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| I dirge for each «I don’t have the time for you»
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| And I dirge for the way that I am going by
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| And I dirge for each 2 o' clock just waking up
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| Oh long life, how is it that you go by |