Last night at about 5.15
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My baby called up to spill the beans
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Said I better get my shit in gear
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Or I was gonna be alone next year
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But I found out that she'd found out
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That I'd found out what it's all about
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I'm the best
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She said I was missing the grand design
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And everything was a lot less than fine
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So long buddy, this trin's gone
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And know you used to be the one
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But I found out that she'd found out
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That I'd found out what it's all about
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I'm the best
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I'm The Best
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| Henry Fiat's Open Sore |
