| Don’t have to hide it anymore
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| Our death by misadventure
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| The note you left me on the door
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| Said ‘go away, I’m sleeping'
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| And so I leave, but I believe
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| Yhat you’ve been entertaining someone else
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| So I do what I think I’m supposed to
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| And I entertain myself
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| Don’t have to bother anymore
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| Our death by misadventure
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| The scribbled pages on the floor
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| All full of hope and sadness
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| Someday we could write a book
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| That tells of all the
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| Stupid things we’ve done
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| And when we do, you know that
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| We won’t get away without offending some
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| Don’t have to worry anymore
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| Our death by misadventure
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| The note you left me on the door
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| Said ‘come on in, it’s open'
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| And when I do, the smell of you
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| In lavendar comes at me like a truck
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| You know it never ever
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| Lasts quite long enough
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| And that is just my luck
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| I can’t forget your memory
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| I can’t forget your face
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| Now the kudzu covers all the trees
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| And creeps up on the Queen Anne’s Lace
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| I’m tangled in the vines that hold me up
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| But I’m not exactly stuck
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| In the end you know that we won’t get away
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| And that is just my luck |