Will someone please
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call a surgeon
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Who can crack my
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ribs and repair this
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broken heart
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That your're deserting
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for better company?
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I can't accept that
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it's over
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I will block the door like a
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goalie tending the net
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In the third quarter
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of a tied-game rivalry
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So just say how to make it right
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And I swear I'll do my
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best to comply
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Tell me am I right to think
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that there could
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be nothing better
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Than making you my bride and
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slowly growing old together
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I feel must interject here
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you're getting carried away
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feeling sorry for yourself
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With these revisions
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and gaps in history
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So let me help you remember.
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I've made charts and graphs that
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should finally make it clear.
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I've prepared a lecture
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on why I have to leave
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So please back away and
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let me go
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I can't my darling
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I love you so
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Tell me am I right to think
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that there could
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be nothing better
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Than making you my bride and
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slowly growing old together
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Don't you feed me lines
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about some idealistic future
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Your heart won't heal right
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if you keep tearing
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out the sutures
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<Interlude>
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I admit that I have
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made mistakes
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and I swear
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I'll never wrong you again
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You've got a lure I can't deny,
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But you've had your chance so
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say goodbye
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Say goodbye
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could
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never be loved
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White guts
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white wall tires
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floor plush
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it's so fire
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brains blowed sittin on dubs
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come through could
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never be loved
|
White guts
|
white wall tires
|
floor plush
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it's so fire
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brains blowed sittin on dubs
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come through could
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never be loved
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C a d i l l a c you and me
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will grey so cleanly
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C a d i l l a c blowing smoke
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so high and freely
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C a d i l l a c you and me uh
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blowing smoke so high and freely
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Nothing Better
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