How I don't know how to sing,
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I can barely play this thing,
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But you never seem to mind,
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And you tell me to fuck off
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When I need somebody to.
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How you make me laugh so hard.
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How whole years refuse to stay
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Where we told them to, bad dog,
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Locked up whining in a word
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Or a misplaced souvenier.
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How the past chews on your shoes,
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And these memories lick my ear.
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I know,
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You might roll your eyes at this,
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But I'm so
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Glad that you exist.
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How we waste our precious time
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Marching in the picket lines
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That surround those striking hearts.
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How the time is never now,
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And we know who we should love,
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But we're never certain how.
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I know,
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You might roll your eyes at this,
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But I'm so
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Glad that you exist.
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I know,
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You might roll your eyes at this,
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But I'm so
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Glad that you exist.
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I know,
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You might roll your eyes at this,
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But I'm so,
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Glad that you exist.
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The Reasons
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The Weakerthans |