In your little white wicker chair
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Unsuspicious and nobody cares for you
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You¡¯re so fucked up again
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You laugh at nothin¡¯ in the pouring rain
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Try to tell yourself you¡¯re not insane
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You fool, I hate you sometimes
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Hey, you know it ain¡¯t coincidental that you¡¯re lost in place
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It¡¯s drippin¡¯ off your face, and you¡¯re losin¡¯ your precious mind
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Send me a postcard if you get that far
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You got a couple pennies in your rusty jar
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The truth you¡¯ve been gone for awhile
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It¡¯s hard lookin¡¯ at you when you look that way
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With your one night stands and you sleep all days
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Ooh you¡¯re such a slut sometimes
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Hey, you know it ain¡¯t coincidental that you¡¯re lost in place
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It¡¯s drippin¡¯ off your face, and you¡¯re losin¡¯ your precious mind
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You¡¯re losing your mind
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Wicker Chair
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| Kings Of Leon |
