Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
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like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
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For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
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I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
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I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
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I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
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and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
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Everyone's caught on to everything you do
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Everyone's caught on to.
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As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go
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and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
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Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head.
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I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed."
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So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
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Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
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They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
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but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
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Everyone's caught on to everything you do
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Everyone's caught on to
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And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again.)
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Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
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So, is that what you call a getaway?
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Tell me what you got away with.
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Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
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I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
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Have another drink and drive yourself home.
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I hope there's ice on all the roads.
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And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
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and again when your head goes through the windshield.
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And is that what you call tact?
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You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
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So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
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and is that what you call a getaway?
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well tell me what you got away with.
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cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
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when you say best friends means friends forever
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So, is that what you call a getaway?
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Well tell me what you got away with.
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Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
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I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
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Have another drink and drive yourself home.
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I hope there's ice on all the roads.
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And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
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and again when your head goes through the windshield.
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Everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again)
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Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
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And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again)
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Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
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Seventy Times 7
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