no more picking leaves off our winter trees
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it never worked before
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it sure as hell won't anymore
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and you associated mildly back then
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but now you're guilty by action
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today you're a hotshot
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but tomorrow you'll be a cautionary tale
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we come correct, we keep it clean
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and thanks for everything
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you took your sweet precious time
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to let the ball drop and where are you now
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i'll keep on pointing my finger
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'til it's down your throat and you're choking on it
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your pure luck reeks of manipulation
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you're a cautionary tale
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we all know just how big you think you are
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but you're only a cautionary tale
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and you let me down in the worst way
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does this all mean as much to you now
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Cautionary Tale
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