And this is (*repeated*)
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(And this is how the story goes)
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Sometimes I focus vision on the floater (what's that?)
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But rarely will I do it when I'm sober (you're always drunk)
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I like how her hair holds her shoulders (she's cute)
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And maybe if I stare she'll come closer (ayo come here)
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If I work my words right she'll stay over (yo what's your name)
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Spend the night and tightly I will hold her (give her a squeeze)
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Love is like a game of draw poker (you're always losing)
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And me, I'm sitting on a handful of jokers
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I heard she used to mess with Andy Broker (who's that?)
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But now he acts like he don't even know her
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“Go to hell" yeah that's what he told her
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Switched her self-esteem in-between his molars
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Now she wants to take a bath with the toaster
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Bad experience makes the soul older
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I wish she would chill and take it slower
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And try to climb off of this roller-coaster
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Girl let me use my key to start you motor
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I'm good energy powered by sober
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You be the water and I'll be the boulder
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You want a fresh style let me show you
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And this is how the
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An-and this is how the story goes
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He used to play for the San Diego Chargers (defense)
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Time passes and the alcohol gets harder
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Daydreaming, wishing that he was a farmer
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Passing out on the couch in front of Bob Barker (come on down)
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She knew that he would never try to harm her (hell naw)
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Used his money to open a beauty parlor (yo you want a manicure?)
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Her math skills get a little sharper (two plus two)
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And his beer-gut got a lot larger (know what I mean?)
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He used to be a strong self-starter (yeah)
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Confident in his own mind of martyr (yeah)
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But gone are the days of Jimmy Carter (yeah, yeah)
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And now all he does it sit around and sniff markers (hell yeah)
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This month her hair's a little darker
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While his keeps creeping back a little farther
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And as she reads the editorials and harpers
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He's thinking about what he lost in the garden
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Seems to have misplaced his weaponry and armor
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Feels like a fish out of water, drowning in the tartar
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Man life is like trying to light a sparker
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He'd move away from this city if he was smarter
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And this is
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An-and and this is how the
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An-and and this is
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An-an-and this is how the
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An-and this is how the
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And this is how the story goes
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My number's universal but my name's Irish (Sean Daley)
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And I'm a donor according to my driver's license (need a kidney?)
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I would settle for the title of co-pilot
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Cause I'm just trying to hold it all together like a hyphen
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Could you point me to the closest fire hydrant? (you're a dog)
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There's a growing opercula behind my eyelids (whattt)
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It's not even like I'm attempting to fight it
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Instead I've been standing here trying to cover my privates
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The water feels good you should drive in (come on get in, get in)
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Swim around and ignore the danger sirens (forget it)
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Come and join my regime of pirates (swashbuckler)
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While we pulsate into the artery of silence (ssshhh)
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You can live with us on a hidden island
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We eat and live off of berries and bison
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And on the weekends we'll take the kids to the drive-in
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So we can teach them all about sex and violence
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You lack the minerals, the vitamins as well as proper guidance
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The magazines lie and the gasoline's been siphoned
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Who here's in charge of the hiring and firing?
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Y'all must not know I haven't died yet
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And I still pass my time writing rhymes
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I still pass my time writing rhymes (*repeated*)
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(And this is how the story goes...)
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This Is How The Story Goes
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