I can't believe he's such a sore loser,
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"maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers.'"
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Raise up the glass and toast the motherf---er,
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"just move along."
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How did you get that brusie up on your shoulder?
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You are so "Sisyphus." Just pushing on your boulder.
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Someday you'll take a break.
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When you're older you just move along.
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I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored
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and they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover.
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So I severed his hands and glued them to her Mother.
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Just glued them on.
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Just what is it about Indian Summer?
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Makes a promise, then steals the chance of gentle winter.
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Maybe I'm just a sucker for the colors
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that just move along?
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Indian Summer
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| Sunday's Best |
