That summer was just crazy hot
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We walked the fairground parking lot
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And with our secret handshakes
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Sealed the deal completely
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But I'm too close to know just what
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Will keep Pandora's boxes shut
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And so I'll fail you badly
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When you really need me
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'Cause I don't know
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What I should know ?
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That I can't help you anymore
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No, I can't help you anymore
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No, I can't help you anymore
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I'll get a pen and make a list
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And give you my analysis
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But I can't write this story
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With a happy ending
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Was I the bullet or the gun
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Or just a target drawn upon
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A wall that you decided
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Wasn't worth defending?
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And I should know
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But I don't know
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That I can't help you anymore
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No, I can't help you anymore
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No, I can't help you anymore
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Anymore
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No, I can't help you
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'Cause baby, look what I have done
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The ruins just go on and on
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I've got to let it go now, or it will drag me under
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So I can't help you anymore
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No, I can't help you anymore
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No, I can't help you anymore
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Anymore
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No, I can't help you anymore
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I Can't Help You Anymore
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| Aimee Mann |
