You walked into the bathroom, to wash your troubles away
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You always seem to go in there about 20 times a day
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I dropped you off at your therapist, where you walked across the street
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To the neon lights with the purple door, where you passed out on your feet
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Don't think I don't see it all, the beautiful high and the sobering fall begin
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It's a kick ass day, wish you were here, send a postcard telling me when you're here again
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Cuz I can't get through to you
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(chorus)
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There's a lot I could say, there's a lot I could do
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If I had it my way, but I don't and you do
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Makes me throw up to say, that I cared at all
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I gave a lot, and now I'm shot
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And shit like that's like sour lemonade
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I tried to call your favorite bar, but I got a drunk Australian
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He talked a million miles an hour, but I can't tell what he's saying
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Something about a song by KISS, and how they watched you piss yourself away
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As the glass goes crashing to the floor, from the phone booth, I hear more delay
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Cuz I can't get through to you
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(chorus)
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Lemonade
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| Marvelous 3 |
