Yesterday I broke my favorite chair.
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It cracked as I was sitting there,
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and on my way to work, I fell asleep.
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That girl reminded me
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Of another girl I used to see,
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and her ghost continued haunting me
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all day long.
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You won't recognize the sound my engine makes,
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the balding tires, the squeaky brakes,
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but everybody makes mistakes, I guess.
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That girl reminded me
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of another girl I used to see,
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and her ghost continued haunting me
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all day long
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And I just want to laugh,
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but it's just going to hurt.
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'Cause I can't fix what I don't know I broke,
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just laugh and tell another joke,
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the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
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I can't fix what I don't know I broke,
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just laugh and tell another joke,
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the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
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I came home to find my neighbors gone,
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I found my teenage car parked on the lawn
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and thought of all the ways that things have changed.
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So, it's true I'd never challenge you,
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why do you always challenge me?
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I don't get paid to sing what everyone is thinking.
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And I just wanna laugh,
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but it's just gonna hurt.
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'Cause I can't fix what I don't know I broke,
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just laugh and tell another joke,
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the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
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I can't fix what I don't know I broke,
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just laugh and tell another joke,
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the sticks are woven in the spokes again.
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The Stick Are Woven In The Spokes Again
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Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight) |