Four score and a few more days ago
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I asked if you could open me slow
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I guess, in a way, you did your part
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But, bitch, I meant my heart
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I'd be happy to write a love song
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If someone could stick around long enough
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For me to compose the first verse
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But each time just gets worse
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So I sing la la la...
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You're the five hundred twenty five thousand
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Six-hundredth person to tell me that
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No one could ever love me, I'm crazy
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And that may well be
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I unwashed my hands in the sludge from your mouth
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When you told me to eat your heart out
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Though I blessed the food, it was just my luck
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To your heart my tongue got stuck
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So I sing la la la...
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We set sail a ship already sunk
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You only like me when you are drunk
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I've got so much more left to say
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But you'll get heart some day
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And I'll sing la la la...
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We were the lucky ones
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For a minute or so
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We had a lot of fun
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I cant let that go
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La la la...
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La La La
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Jay Brannan |