The black silhouette appears at my door
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Dragging me out, I’m clawing the floorboards.
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Pretty soon I’m all heads up
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For long bombs and double-knotting my Keds up.
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Fake left, go left, quarterback sneak.
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Try to wriggle out of it, he’ll knock you into next week.
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Curve ball, bean ball, spit ball, damn it all.
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Sportsnut Alcatraz digging out the back wall.
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Don’t blame me I don’t wanna run a buttonhook
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I’m in the middle of a good book.
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I quit!
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And I don’t need to win
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I don’t wanna be an easy out again.
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Why don’t you stay here and play with yourself? (repeat)
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It’s not that I’m weak or don’t like outside.
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Sometimes I submit and sometimes I hide out,
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And it’s a lowly existence.
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But when the low survives it’s from persistence.
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Fake left go long, quarterback sneak
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Try to wriggle it out of it, I’ll knock you into next week.
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Man on first, man on third,
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Nerd on second with the knees like a bird
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Don’t blame me I don’t wanna run a buttonhook
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I’m in the middle of a good book.
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I quit!
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And I don’t need to win
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I don’t wanna be an easy out again.
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Why don’t you stay here and play with yourself? (repeat)
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Well here’s a ball, there’s a yard.
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Go chase it like a stupid St. Bernard (repeat)
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I hate a lotta hate a lotta games
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I probably oughta not-
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I might’ve liked ‘em better but a stupid St. Bernard
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Made me this way, it’s OK.
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Easy Out
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| Pain (American Band) |
