| You’ve got the answer for everything that’s wrong with everybody else
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| You’ve borrowed insights
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| Should have borrowed someone else’s mouth
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| And I have
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| Seen you fallin through the door
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| When no one would even help you off the floor
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| You dyed your hair you read Bukowski now and live by every word
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| You’d look the part
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| If not for the clothes you wear that you’re wearing out
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| And I, heard from a man named Seth
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| That life, don’t come to those who wait for death
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| When you kiss and tell
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| You leave a mark
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| Til someone else bites your tongue
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| You’ve got your poets and now
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| Your singers singing show tunes in the car
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| You weren’t so clever
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| In your flowered prints and your ghetto scars
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| And I, want to watch the sunset on the beach
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| Yeah, it’s always been too far from my reach
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| You took a turn at Silver Lake
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| And now you’re calling it your home
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| Too bad you can’t grow up You’re growing down in your wedding gown
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| And I, swear to god I’ve seen this play before
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| Yeah, I smelt the popcorn on the floor
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| When you kiss and tell you leave a mark
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| Til someone else bites your tongue |