| You, the rock in my shoe, the thorn in my side
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| The bear in the room, the fly in the wine
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| The things that you do, the license you take
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| When you’re talking to me
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| You’re always talking to me
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| And I’m pretending I’m listening
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| But I’m bristling inside
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| Thank God for caller ID
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| Cause the thought of you makes me wanna run and hide
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| Where did we go wrong?
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| We used to go bowling
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| We used to light fireworks in the pouring rain
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| We were tight, thick as thieves
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| Blood brothers cut from the same cloth indeed
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| But now we whine
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| Split hairs and roll our eyes
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| We used to go bowling
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| Wait, I just need a break
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| A second to breathe
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| And wipe off the slate
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| I’m down on my knees
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| Praying for you to change
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| It doesn’t seem to work
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| I’m racking my brain
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| When you’re talking to me
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| I’m pretending I’m listening
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| But I’m bristling inside
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| Thank God for caller ID
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| Cause the thought of you makes me wanna run and hide
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| Where did we go wrong?
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| We used to go bowling
|
| We used to light fireworks in the pouring rain
|
| We were tight, thick as thieves
|
| Blood brothers cut from the same cloth indeed
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| But now we whine
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| Split hairs and roll our eyes
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| We used to go bowling
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| Make new friends, but keep the old
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| One is silver but the other’s gold
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| Make new friends, but keep the old
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| One is silver but the other’s gold
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| Make new friends, but keep the old
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| One is silver but the other’s gold
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| Make new friends, but keep the old
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| Where did we go wrong?
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| We used to go bowling
|
| We used to light fireworks in the pouring rain
|
| We were tight, thick as thieves
|
| Blood brothers cut from the same cloth indeed
|
| But now we whine
|
| Split hairs and roll our eyes
|
| We used to go bowling
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| Where did we go wrong?
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| Make new friends, but keep the old
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| Where did we go wrong?
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| Make new friends, but keep the old
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| Where did we go wrong? |