tell me who's to blame for this ink spot, question mark,
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blood-stained sleeves in the parking lot
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i've had it since i was twelve and i wear it like hell
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wash it when it gets worn, dirty, tattered, torn
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fell in love with me and wears me with pride
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we bathe in ultra tide when i start to feel guilty
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and everyone's jealous cause they wish they had it
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i'm half a man without it
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i'm the king of style
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and i'll keep on wearing my marathon shirt
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and i'll wear it everyday til it hurts
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and i got no lady over her
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confidence-a-plenty in my marathon shirt
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once loaned her to a friend for a party and i worried all
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night like a mother does
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and when she returned all wrinkled and helpless, she smelled
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of cheap cigarettes and other drugs
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i'd wear her in any season
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i'd wear her for any reason
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the only promise in my life's that shirt of mine
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and day after day, as her colors fade away, i'll remember
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what she felt like the first time
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now i've come to lay you down
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you can soak into the sound and i'm so elated
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she can't be recreated and the water's turning brown
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my baby she's no hand-me-down
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Marathon Shirt
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