[the things i said about you]
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[maybe we could work it out someday]
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things were going pretty well 'till i died
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on that summer afternoon
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when you broke down before my eyes
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well i got a streak of meanness
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a clumsy way of speaking
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and i don't know where i get it from
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it must run in my family
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do i have to go down on my knees?
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this is my 16th apology to you
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with friends like me who needs enemies
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i got a river inside the size of my rage
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which is really something else
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when you think of my tender age
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well i got a way about me
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but it's hard for me to see it
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and i don't know when i'm in the wrong
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why am i so hard to please?
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this is my 16th apology to you
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do i have to go down on my knees for you
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with friends like me who needs enemies
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the things i said about you
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were all said yesterday
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i didn't mean to hurt you
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maybe we could work it out someday
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well i got a streak of meanness
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a clumsy way of speaking
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and i don't know when i'm in the wrong
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why am i so hard to please?
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do i have to go down on my knees?
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this is my 16th apology to you
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with friends like me who needs enemies
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[didn't your mother ever tell you]
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[to err is human, to forgive is divine]
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[oh well, i'll see you in the next life]
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My 16th Apology
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| Shakespear's Sister |
