| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Last time I saw her alive
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| She was wavin', wavin' bye bye
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| She was contemplating suicide
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| Now she’s lying in a bottle of Formaldehyde
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| And oh, I just don’t know
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| Why I can’t let her go
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| Oh, I just don’t know
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Last time I saw her
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| She was going to the wash and dry
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| She was outside hitchin' a ride
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| Now she’s lying in a bottle of Formaldehyde
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| And oh, I just don’t know
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| Why I can’t let her go
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| Oh, I just don’t know
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way?
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| Hey, hey, hey, why is it always this way? |