When you left you took all memory of me with
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Leaving me with no hope of every being loved
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And now like the air I’m blowing and blowing
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With no hope of ever being seen
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Did you hear the one about Mr. Ed
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Well he said,
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"I’m this way because of the things I’ve seen
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But I would rather count on your love instead
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Daily eating my weight in hay."
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And I hate to see a good thing just go to waste
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Honey it’s a little weak for my taste
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Well I’ve been praying a lot lately
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It’s because I no longer have a TV
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Just a flourescent hangover to light the way
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Between the things you say and the things I see
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I just called you up to see If you wanted to go out
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and drink a little wine
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And waste some time on a rollercoaster ride
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But you say it’s too dangerous to lead an empty life
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And I hate to see all your sweet words just go to waste
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But honey they’re a little weak for my taste
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Well I’m an expert in all things that nature abhors
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Your look of disgust when I touched your skin
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And I try to figure what the world needs me for
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So I replay the scene again and again
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And I can see you try and put me in my place
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Honey that’s a little weak for my taste
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Apology For an Accident
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| American Music Club |
