Taking sides, planning a trip.
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No place like home, if only I could afford it.
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Ticket to ride, connected by the hip.
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Surviving on the dabs of the dust in the pocket.
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Four minute mile, dressing down by your friend
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You haven't seen in a while, all comes to a head.
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With just one smile, to say what is said.
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She's light as a feather, I'm heavier than lead.
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You're useless to me Jilly Armeen.
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Last time I ever sing a song for them
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Using you under pseudonym, never again.
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You always went for my friends and not for me.
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Deep cuts and shards of glass.
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Broken bones in plaster cast.
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Hand on the shoulder, he starts to laugh.
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You don't hear planes when you live under the flight-path.
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You're useless to me Jilly Armeen.
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Last time I ever sing a song for them
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Using you under pseudonym, never again.
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You always went for my friends and not for me.
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You're useless to me Jilly Armeen.
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Last time I ever sing a song for them
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Using you under pseudonym, never again.
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You always went for my friends and not for me.
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Jilly Armeen
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| Jamie T |
