Could I trouble you
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Don't you know who you are
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Since it came unglued
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I fell and picked up all the parts
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It seems to come together
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That's where we come apart
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I need that big connection
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That fell down with my house of ...
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I wrote an epitaph, less than a paragraph today
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Rolled it up and smoked it
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And took it to my insides
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I'm ashamed
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Cuz when I troubled you
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You didn't even know just who you were
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But you've come unglued
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And all that's left were all my words
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They mean nothing to you at all
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Cuz my world, means nothing to you at all
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My words, it means nothing to you at all
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Cuz, my world, it means nothing to you at all
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To tell the truth
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So tell the truth, you know
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I said I'm sorry
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I said I'm sorry to you
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You asked your questions
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That needed tending to
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And it is so good, when I am sober
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And I am no good, cuz I'm a loser
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And it is so bad when its so good
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I'm sorry for you
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Cuz my world, it means nothing to you at all
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When my word, it means nothing to you at all
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Cuz my words, they mean nothing to you at all
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My words, it means nothing to you at all
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To tell the truth
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House Of Cards
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