| Is that the sweater I bought you
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| On July 13th?
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| I can tell by the color, I still have the receipt
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| It’s pinned on my wall
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| It stares me dead in the eye
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| It haunts me day and night, but I wonder why
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| I haven’t torn it to shreds
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| It’s a pain in my throat
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| But it goes so well with your black wool coat
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| I see it in pictures, it’s been worn so well
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| But it’s awful stretched out
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| Has it been worn by somebody else?
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| Has it been getting around?
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| I bet it doesn’t smell like jasmine, or roses
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| Or your laundry
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| I suppose it’s
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| Probably cigarettes
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| Or Jameson
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| Like all of your nights have been wasted in
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| A 1973 Chevrolet Caprice, and somebody had better call the police
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| 'Cause to me
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| You might as well be missing or dead
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| I heard he put it in the dryer
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| I heard it fell apart
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| The threads came undone, and it’s not too hard to read
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| A 3-inch tag that sticks out from the back
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| I don’t blame you, 'cause he always lacked the brain cells
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| And the capacity to follow any direction, it’s an atrocity
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| The way he treated my sweater, it came from the soul
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| But everything gets worn, everything eventually gets old
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| How do you plan to fight the cold?
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| I bet it doesn’t smell like jasmine, or roses
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| Or your laundry
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| I suppose it’s
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| Probably cigarettes
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| Or Jameson
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| Like all of your nights have been wasted in
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| A 1973 Chevrolet Caprice, and somebody had better call the police
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| 'Cause to me
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| You might as well be missing or dead
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| Oh, you might as well be missing or dead
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| It used to be the nicest blend of black and white, but now it’s all just gray
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| All the tiny little colors have worn away
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| I hope you wore it to pieces and that it didn’t just fade away
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| That day he threw it in the washing machine without a second thought
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| But the worst part is you weren’t distraught
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| You said, «Shit, that sucks, throw it in the trash»
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| What did he do to you?
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| You were never quite that rash
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| What made you so rash?
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| What made you so rash?
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| Bet it doesn’t smell like jasmine, or roses
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| Or your laundry
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| I suppose it’s
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| Probably cigarettes
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| Or Jameson
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| Like all of your nights have been wasted in
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| A 1973 Chevrolet Caprice, and somebody had better call the police
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| 'Cause to
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| ('Cause to me)
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| You might as well be missing or dead
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| I haven’t heard from you in weeks
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| I haven’t heard from you in weeks
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| I haven’t heard from you in weeks |