Please excuse the lateness of my reply,
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Don't hold this against me,
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Four years long and I
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don't need your company,
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Please excuse my lack of will to try,
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To hold this together,
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I never saw the effort and you know,
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I hope this keeps you up late at night,
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Sinking fingers in the
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back bones of some guy,
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who will leave you before you wake,
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this is your song, your greatest mistake,
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how much eyeliner does it take?
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To hide the wrinkles your eyes keep,
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As the soundtrack to your lack of sleep,
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And I know,
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You're so unpredictable,
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But call me Mr. Typical,
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And what's his name,
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Or that boy you used to kiss,
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You put up with my shit
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I'm so ridiculous.
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Post March Third
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| Southcott |
