| Now this is one for the history books
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| The one that misery took a hold of and showed no love to
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| Now we told you we loved you, showed you the upkeep
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| Showed you these still waters run deep
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| But it doesn’t come cheap cause there wasn’t one week
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| Of that whole speak easy cry hard
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| That just repeats, repeats and by large
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| Was just full of deceit, so here’s your receipt
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| It’s free of charge, it’s larger than the honor system
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| It’s so easy to barter when we offer wisdom
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| And our allegiance to keep you on the rhythm
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| Before the panic sets in and leads you off to prison
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| But you’re not in prison, sitting behind bars
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| We’re sitting inside bars and choosing to find scars
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| To scratch, crack, in a flash they reopen
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| We’ve come to patch holes that have been broken
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| And it seems so far away, so hard to make grow
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| So we congregate, so we can spill your heartache on the plate
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| So pour your heart out into a shot glass
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| Toast to the rocky past, hoist up your body and laugh
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| It’s all in the past, let’s put it out to pasture
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| And overcome that overdone foot-in-mouth disaster
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| We’ll put it all to shame, we’ll build another chapter
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| And spill another drink down the sink before you sink
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| So now your candle’s full of flame
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| Your winds wouldn’t change
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| It just stayed the same
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| It remained stagnant
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| So the few wrongs you made didn’t make you Mr. Right in any fashion
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| Now you’re just a distant light flashing
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| Getting some action to get a reaction
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| Out of her, she just split the scene laughing
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| You, not a word
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| And it will pass with all your petty pity me’s
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| So drop your hockey mask and machete for your killing spree
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| A little peace is all you need to get there
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| Spare the despair and watch this night vanish into thick air
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| It’s fair to want to hold her, it’s colder on the other side
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| It’s fair to want to cut her down, cut her down, sever ties
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| But there’s another owner of her loving now
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| It’s fair to want to hold her, it’s colder on the other side
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| It’s fair to want to cut her down, cut her down, sever ties
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| But there’s another owner of her loving now
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| We’re coming down with something, something like the never minds
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| So now you’re staring out the window
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| Playing that little, tiny fiddle
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| And you’re playing with the wind chimes
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| But you’re a bigger man now
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| That you’re bigger than planned
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| Don’t wanna see you sink and then vanish
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| And we don’t want to be the fish for your talons
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| And we won’t honor the deeds that sold the soul
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| From your cold half-dead hands holding onto madness
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| It’s madness, it’s madness |