| A band trip dance — what could be the harm
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| But a six week vacation from the use of my right arm
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| It was just the two hits I remember nothing more
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| Only Alex hitting the switch and me hitting the floor
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| We’re taking this lying down
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| The one thing I can stand up for is resting supine on the ground
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| Mr. McDermott, won’t you help me to my feet
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| Because the drumline’s going wild in the San Francisco streets
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| The long walk home, is an hour and a half
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| But it quickly turns to three or four with stops at every underpass
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| But by June 22nd, I have done the math
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| That’s a hundred and five liters I’ll consume of Dr. Path
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| Some girls will tell their secrets to anyone
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| The word «love» gets thrown around a lot near graduation
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| So please don’t whisper sweet nothings in my ear
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| When the sound of shredding vocal chords is what I want to hear
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| Because we’re going to San Francisco and I forget to wear some flowers in my
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| hair
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| She’s got a secret surname that nobody knows with the most gorgeous hyphen
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| You wouldn’t believe the way it glows
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| And I’m the only one who gets to see it way up close
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| So the rest of you can stick it up your nose
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| Last night, I had the strangest dream that I have ever known
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| My mother, in a fit of rage, chases me from our home
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| My mother, the murderer holds me down in the road
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| She’s got the nail clippers at my throat
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| Even though things lately may have been real horror-show
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| I’m wishing I was back in-utero
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| I’d like to go back to the way that things were before, but apparently
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| I’m looking at physical therapy
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| It won’t be exactly how it used to be
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| It ain’t hard to see that it’s not that way
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| Not that way anymore
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| Jesus Christ is suffering upon his cross tonight
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| I just sit outside waiting for frost to bite
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| «It's always this way,» she says on her way out the door
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| Wait and see
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| The rest is yet to reveal itself to me |