| Falling out the window
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| Tripping on a wrinkle in the rug
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| Falling out of love, dear
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| It hurt much worse when you gave up
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| Just don’t tell me which way I oughta run
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| Or what good I could do anyone
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| 'Cause my heart, it was a gun
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| But it’s unloaded now so don’t bother
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| Climbing up the ladder
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| Breaking my shin on the very first rung
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| Waking up the neighbors
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| It’s all right, they understand they’re just as dumb
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| And they don’t tell me which way I oughta run
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| Or what good I could do anyone
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| 'Cause my heart, it was a gun
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| But it’s unloaded now, so don’t bother me now, don’t bother
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| Crawling back to you now
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| I sold my guitar to the girl next door
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| She asked me if I knew how
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| I told her «I don’t think so anymore»
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| Don’t tell me which way I oughta run
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| What good could I do anyone
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| 'Cause my heart, it was a gun
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| But it’s unloaded now so don’t bother |