Maybe better you than me
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You¡¯re much weaker, you¡¯re more clumsy
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When I forfeit my patience to you
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So maybe you¡¯ve had too much wine
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Piggy¡¯s flushed up ankles swell up as my lady works the room
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¡°Your sideburns always smell like sex¡±
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Little sister, your big brother, ¡°the fuck¡± won¡¯t be smothering you
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Or calling to his friends back east
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¡°Oh my hostess, oh my pick up, oh my dreadful¡¦ my white slave¡±
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Let them die while some decent music plays
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With my shit shoe stumbles that¡¯s me dirty nails and awful thoughts
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I¡¯ll use the words used up on commercials
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Like such sharp boys like to write songs, music and quick lines
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This feeling I can¡¯t confine that to a rhyme
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But maybe I can when I see you on the other side
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See you on the other side where we would be released
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I¡¯d sell out everything if I could find such peace
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See you on the other side where we would be released
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I¡¯d sell out everyone if I could find such peace
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I will be free
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Dying With Decent Music
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The Paper Chase |