I don't know why you always worry
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when I wake up and last night is so blurry
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I may not be coherent but I still say
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that your overreacting
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yes I think your eyes match the hue
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of the dress your mother made you
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the way the strap falls off so
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but only if you say so
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Now you wanna sit down for a few
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you wanna break up
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me and you
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Well I'd be more pissed about this
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if I wasn't so emotionally detached
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things started off so shallow
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but now they've gone completely anemic
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Your saying I'm sick don't come over
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but come on, you can't catch a hang over
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so come on in for a drink or too
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we should have some time before this is through
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Dress Your Mother Made You
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Dreams From Gin |