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Ten times out of ten |
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I know I'm nothing special |
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My clothes are so worn out |
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A soft breeze could burst their seams |
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I've torn right through my jeans in a valiant effort |
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To prove that I'm a master architect |
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Constructing a structure in which we'll spend the night |
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If I balance the walls just right |
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We could carve a folding door out of our discarded cardboard |
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And brace the night's display of poor support |
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Until the sun went down |
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As a storm came through and crushed our town |
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Of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles |
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So I'll say what I have to say and split |
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So you can keep the wreckage |
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And our tarp as your reminder |
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Because the cause is only as good as the people left behind it |
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And they're here because they have to be |
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Not because they want to be |
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Anna seemed so down |
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As a storm came through and crushed our town |
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Of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles |
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So I said what I had to say and split |
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All as the sun went down... |
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A storm came through and crushed our town |
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Of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles |
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So I said what I had to say and split |
