a mouthful of yesterday
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is all thatys now left to say
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and iym ever anxious to spit
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or choke on it either way
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on one hand itys off of my chest
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the other will put it to rest
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and so out of my misery
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tell me which do you think is the best?
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and right now I've got to
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do something before it
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gets any worse
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you know we can't ignore it
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I know just what you would say
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it just works out good this way
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so true to form you deny
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the past that you're trying to hide
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and cover with careful regard
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the feelings your bravado belied
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so shed yourself a new skin
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yeah, one that's thicker again
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put back on your moth-eaten mask
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you know the one with the permanent grin
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