| The answer came
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| Like a shot in the back
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| While you were running from your lesson
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| Which might explain
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| Why years later all you could remember
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| Was the terror of the question
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| Plus, you weren’t listening
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| You were stockpiling canned goods
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| Making a bomb shelter of our basement
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| And i can’t believe you let the moral go by
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| While you were soaking in the product placement
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| Where was your conscience?
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| Where was your consciousness?
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| And where did you put all those letters
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| That you wrote to yourself
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| But could not address?
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| I’m a good kisser
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| And you’re a fast learner
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| And that kinda thing could float us
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| For a pretty long time
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| Then one day you’d realize
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| You’ve memorized my phone number
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| And you’ll call it and find it’s a disconnected line
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| Cuz i got tossed out the window of love’s el camino
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| And i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb
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| You were smoking me
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| Weren’t you?
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| Between your yellow fingers
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| You just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word
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| Where was your conscience?
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| Where was your consciousness?
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| And where did you put all those letters
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| That you wrote to yourself
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| But could not address?
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| There’s a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons
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| A whole childhood of potions
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| That are all bottled up
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| And so one by one i am dusting off labels
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| I am uncorking bottles and filling up cups
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| So go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine
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| And i’ll have a taste of mine
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| But first let’s toast to the lists
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| That we hold in our fists
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| Of the things that we promise to do
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| Differently next time
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| Cuz the answer came like a shot in the back
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| While you were running from your lesson
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| Which might explain
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| Why years later all you could remember
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| Was the terror of the question
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| Plus i’m not listening to you anymore
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| My head is too sore and my heart’s perforated
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| And i’m mired in the marrow of my (well… ain’t that) funny bone
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| Learning how to be alone and devastated
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| Where was my conscience?
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| Where was my consciousness?
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| And what do i do with all these letters
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| That i wrote to myself
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| But cannot address? |