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I can't believe he's such a sore loser,
"maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers.'"
Raise up the glass and toast the motherf---er,
"just move along."

How did you get that brusie up on your shoulder?
You are so "Sisyphus." Just pushing on your boulder.
Someday you'll take a break.
When you're older you just move along.

I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored
and they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover.
So I severed his hands and glued them to her Mother.
Just glued them on.

Just what is it about Indian Summer?
Makes a promise, then steals the chance of gentle winter.
Maybe I'm just a sucker for the colors
that just move along?What's the matter with your life
Did someone come and shoot your with wife
Just as you planned
Will you live or will you die
Are you that butterfly
That never lands
Set aside these vacant rules
Break them now and don't get fooled again

Sorry
How many times must I say
Life is not a cake to seperate
What do I have to do
To save you from worry
Cut off my nose
To spite my face

When you look into these eyes
Do you see civilised
Or son of Sam
Will you love or do you hate
Why do you hestitate yeah

Sorry
How many times must I say
Life is not a cake to seperate
What do I have to do
To save you from worry
Cut off my nose
To spite my face

Time is an arrow
You are the bow
Shoot it now to seal your own fate
Get a life, get a love, get a new big idea

What's the matter with your life
Did someone come and shoot your with wife
Just as you planned
Will you live or will you die
Are you that butterfly

Sorry
How many times must I say
Life is not a cake to seperate
What do I have to do
To save you from worry
Cut off my nose
To spite my face

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