Do what you like, you don't have to be nice
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Just pour yourself a cup of coffee
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Leave anytime, you don't have to be right
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You've gotta live the best you know how
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And if you love, well that should be enough
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Instead it turns your joy into sorrow
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And I can't breath, with the dust of retreat
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I'm choking on the fumes of my wayward back
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My woman lied, she was a witch in disguise
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And she dressed her wounds in sack cloth and ashes
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The children weep, at their dead mother's feet
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Her husband's drunk, a wolf in a sheep's skin
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And when we kissed, it didn't feel poisonous
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And when you cried, I dried off your blue eyes
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She smiles at me, as she is falling asleep
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Says, "We gotta live the best we know how to."
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A Sea Chanty Of Sorts
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| Margot And The Nuclear So And So's |
