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She will ask while incapable of knowing
How's it going?
If you think it's into you she's tuning
Nothing doing
Plain enough now to see
Don't expect her to be
Sympathetic
But whenever my eyes are about to capsize
Call the medic
I'm going frenetic
Tried my best to educate her
Got no better
And I used all my booze up to placate her
Got more bitter than me
As the things that she said
Detonate in my head
What's the panic?
As I'm likely to run
One too many steps from
Copacetic
To going frenetic
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| © 2007, 2010. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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