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Patch up the morning, in the morning comes a bigger disgrace,
Last night was easy you received these million compliments in change,
But in the morning, it's all riding on how she closes the door to put on her face,
If she resents you, or attempts to, there's a crew on center stage
You go to take a breather in your bimmer everything is sure to heal,
A song comes on in summer that was bitter in the winter it makes you feel,
All along it's been a long and lonely journey to a stable state,
In two weeks time it's lost its shine the pedestals you've built are sure to break
Tonight if I die, if I die, tell me why,
Three songs a day kept the women away, and take me home
Pour a glass of fireball and chase it with some ethanol it's good to feel that kind of warmth,
When you sense your stomach's bleeding worry about your hair receding first,
I am not a fireman I can't reach out for your burning hand, your house engulfed in flames,
But if you want to be that way I'll sit right here and wait to take your name
Tonight if I die, if I die, tell me why,
Three songs a day kept the women away, and take me home
You, semper fi, semper fi, tell me why,
Three songs a day won't take me away into your home
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