I am dry, I'm your shirt, and I've been hung out on a line
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And I have designs so if you stain me, I will still seem fine
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But really, you're just wearing me out
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Yeah really, you're just wearing me out
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Yeah I've been told, my momma said, I wear my heart on my sleeve
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But I try to hide and roll it up, but every time it comes back creased
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And no one is gonna iron me out
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No, no one is gonna straighten me out
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Yeah one of these days, it's coming on
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I think that I might just unfold
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I'll rip the seams and tear some holes
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And I'll probably get sold
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But no one's gonna wear me out
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No, no one's gonna wanna wear me out
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Yeah one of these days, you'll put me on
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I might not fit you anymore
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But I won't mind, I'll always find
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My way into another drawer
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And no one's gonna wear me out
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No, no one's gonna wanna wear me out
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I am dry, I'm your shirt, and I've been hung out on a line
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Shirt
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| The Belle Brigade |
