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(
Brian Vander Ark)another day of deflating your face into tears
I shook your mood with the game and a bottle of beerthe day I fell off of the wagon you threw up your hands in disgustyou would stay but there's just notmuch of a call for a neighborhood cheerleaderwho married the president living next doorwhose honeymoon weekend was spent at your parentsback then you could get the best of me
I don't recall anyone placing a gun to our headswe traded a trip 'round the world for a family insteadour friends were dispersing while you were still nursing our boyand ever since there is just notmuch of a call for a neighborhood cheerleaderwho married the president living next doorwhose first year of marriage was spent at your parents
I don't get there much anymore
The pet names that you once gave me, we had given the pets
I still come when you call them, just to be surenot much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleaderor block party president mowing his lawnwhose cabinet is empty and mind's full of nicotine fits
God I can't make you love me
I don't have the strength anymore
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