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(R.J. Johnson/
The Honeyrods)
Yes as a matter of fact
I'm writing it down
I'm making a list, you owe me's
See a mountain of friescan make up my mindso pass me the ketchup bottle
You dressed like a clown
I feel like a mess
I'm making excuses for all the times
I was stuck on the street at Demonbreunand I'm waiting for you
Wishing you never calledyou said you'd never let me downand then you went away
Yeah so maybe you're rightso what if I'm late
I'll buy you some flowers while I want
A mountain of liescan make up your mindso pick up the extra pieces
You think I'm a clownmake me confess
I'll give you a reason for all the timesthat I made up a mess like I did todaywhile I was waiting for you
I robbed a store for you
And you won't feel in your armsand you won't see in your heart
Loose cannons hold in your armssold all to me
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