you can't get through it
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you can't get over it
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you can't get around
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just like in a dream
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you'll open your mouth to scream
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and you won't make a sound
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you can't believe your eyes
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you can't believe your ears
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you can't believe your friends
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you can't believe you're here
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and you're not gonna get through it
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so you are going down
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i put a cup out on the window sill
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to catch the water as it fell
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now i got a glass half full of rain
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to measure the time between
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when you said you'd come
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and when you actually came
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little mister limp dick
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is up to his old tricks
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and thought he'd call me
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one last time
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but i'm just about done
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with the oh-woe-is-me shit
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and i want everything back
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that's mine
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Going Down
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Ani DiFranco |