Don't make me do it, don't make me sell the things I love
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There's too much happening in this world
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Don't choose the other side right away
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It's been left alone for a while
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If I can get to the words before that first smoke
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Everything seems to come out differently
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Leaving a large hole in my hip
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I've never tried to quit
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Here I go with the first drag of the day
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Sometimes it makes me fall backwards on back into bed
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Don't stop me, don't correct me
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Please don't interfere with me
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I'm trying to write as fast as I can
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Yesterday wasn't so bad
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I thought it a little worse than it was
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I don't know why I tried to sabotage my day
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I wanted everything my own way
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I wanted it all my own way, so don't apologize
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I learn to devise these ways of explaining away
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Happenstance, you don't let me take a stand
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And it sits inside on the great white picket fence deep inside
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Someday that fence is going to fall in your yard
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And I hope you didn't plant anything too precious too close to the boundary
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It's starting to sound like it's time to sign off
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But for once, I feel like something might have happened
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Maybe I can't show this to you
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Maybe I can't show you everything
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Some things have to be precious and pure
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Some things have to stay inside of me
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Or else I've given everything away
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I wanted it all this way
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I learn to devise these ways of explaining away
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So don't blame me, I won't blame you
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It's just the first drag of the day
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FIRST DRAG OF THE DAY
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| Bob Mould |
