| You took the toaster when you went
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| You never paid your half the rent
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| You took the spices from the rack
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| But you don’t have to put them back
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| Cause in your haste on Halloween
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| You left your camera on the bed
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| Where we played roles in black and white
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| You left a role of black and white
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| I set the timer and thought of you
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| And put the lens up to my head
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| I took a photograph for you
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| What comes out gray is really red
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| Are you happy now?
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| I smashed your pumpkin on the floor
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| The candle flickered at my feet
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| As goblins flew across the moon
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| The children peered into the room
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| A cowboy shivered on the porch
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| As Cinderella checked her watch
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| A hobo waited in the street
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| An angel whispered, trick-or-treat
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| But what was I supposed to do
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| But to sit there in the dark?
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| I was amazed to think that you
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| Could take the candy with you too
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| Are you happy now?
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| I’ve sat all night and now it’s dawn
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| And I cannot believe my eyes
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| There’s garbage strewn across the lawn
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| Where we once stared up at the sky
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| And streams of paper fill the tree
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| That hovered over you and me
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| Shaving cream covers the car
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| That we picked up in Baltimore
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| Though I know it’s hard to tell
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| I hope that what’s-his-name treats you well
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| I still maintain that he’s a bum
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| But it’s your money — have some fun
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| And are you happy now?
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| You always asked why I had not
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| Written you a verse or two
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| Since that’s the one thing I regret
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| I dedicate this one to you
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| Are you happy now?
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| Are you? |