who's gonna give a shit
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who's gonna take the call
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when you find out that the road ahead
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is painted on a wall
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and you're turned up to top volume
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and you're just sitting there in pause
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with your feral little secret
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scratching at you with its claws
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and you're trying hard to figure out
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just exactly how you feel
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before you end up parked and sobbing
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forehead on the steering wheel
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who are you now
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and who were you then
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that you thought somehow
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you could just pretend
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that you could figure it all out
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the mathematics of regret
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so it takes two beers to remember now
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and five to forget
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that i loved you so
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yeah, i loved you, so what
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how many times undone
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can one person be
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as they're careening through the facade
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of their favorite fantasy
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you just close your eyes slowly
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like you're waiting for a kiss
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and hope some lowly little power
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will pull you out of this
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but none comes at first
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and little comes at all
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and when inspiration finally hits you
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it barely even breaks your fall
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who were you then
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and who are you
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now that you can't pretend
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that you can figure it all out
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subtract out the impact
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and the fall is all you get
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so it takes two beers to remember now
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and three more to forget
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that i loved you so
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yeah, i loved you, so what
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i loved you
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so what
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So What
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| Ani DiFranco |
