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Funny what you think of after a collapse
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While lying in the dirt
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The first thing that comes back
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Is never quite what you'd have guessed
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And if you could have
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You probably would've said you'd check
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If all your limbs were intact
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Still and then try to get out
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We played house with the
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Neighbors in their basement
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Sister made me husband
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She was older so I did her bidding
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I remember once their dad came in
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And said, "You think this is bad?
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You don't know the half"
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And he laughed
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It's funny what things come back
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The first things you see
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How he sort of smiled
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Like it's only a joke, but he was lying
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There was something else inside of his eyes
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All those secrets people tell to little children
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Are warnings that they give them
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Like, "Look, I'm unhappy
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Please don't make the same mistake as me"
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Why are those old worn out jokes
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On married life told at toasts
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At receptions still?
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How does it never occur
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How often couples get burned
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And end uncertain in Splitsville?
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Funny what you think of in the wreckage
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Lying there in the dirt and the dust and the glass
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How you're suddenly somewhere
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In the desert, in the night time
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And it's gettin' close to Christmas
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And then her and that movie voice she uses when she reads
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"Welcome to the Land of Enchantment" from a highway sign
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And it's late so you take the next exit
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When that trip ended, we came back
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The rent was due, I was jobless
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I guess in retrospect, I should've sensed decay
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Then that day, how you said
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"I just don't know" and I promised
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We'd rearrange things
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Ro fix the mess I'd made here
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But I guess in the end
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We just moved furniture around
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But I guess in the end
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We just moved furniture around
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But I guess in the end
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We just moved furniture around
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But I guess in the end
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It sort of feels like every day it's harder
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To stay happy where you are
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There are all these ways to look through the fence
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Into your neighbor's yard
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Why even risk it?
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It's safer to stay distant
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When it's so hard now to just be content
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Because there's always something else
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Now I'm proposing my own toast
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Composing my own joke for those married men
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Maybe I'm miserable
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I'd rather run for mayor in Splitsville
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Than suffer your jokes again
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______________________________
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Name For Mayor in Splitsville
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Rooms of the House
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