There is something wrong with me
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That's why I wrote this note
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I've joined the writers who believe they have the antidote
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So I will go quickly now and leave breadcrumbs on the street
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I'll feel much better after I take my maternal leave
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Let out a sign, pretend to die
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You're going to need an alibi
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A broken arm, the same smell
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So just relax, no one will tell
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That brings you down
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You have got to keep brining me down
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It stings me all over again
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It's the same dream in the back of my head
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I've been collecting stones that I think I'll throw at you
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I can't forget your face
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I'm sorry dear but that's my cue
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I'll be the first to leave
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And return with a ring
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Just keep your ears open and one day you might hear me sing
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Let out a sign, pretend to die
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You're going to need an alibi
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A broken arm, the same smell
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So just relax, no one will know
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That brings you down
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You have got to keep bringing me down
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It stings me all over again, it's the same dream in the back of my head
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Lock me up, lock me up, lock me up, lock me up, LOCK ME UP!
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No one will know
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Best In Mexico
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He Is Legend |