if i paint a picture of the days gone by i could tell a story minus the truth,
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it's the only way i couldn't walk a meter in your shoes you'll see,
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when you see they're soaked i left them out in the rain
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and they are just like weights i could help you choose a name,
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first thing that i saw today make the best of new conditions,
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never be the same pent up in me,
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tied up in my room i found the perfect remedy spit you out,
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or just chew it pent upin you,
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tied up in your room you got the best cut of deal you lay down,
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with the newest i though about you in my bed last night you
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were a thousand years old, had a million boyfriends,
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i have a rubber stopper to prevent the worst happening mark
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the troubled spot within and press
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with all my mightiness band it back all the way this one it'll never break
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make the best of old ideas never be the same
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The Perfect Remedy
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