| My life reads like the classifieds.
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| Pages of what’s for sale; |
| what’s on the auction block.
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| Attention bidders! |
| It’s Lot 45.
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| He’s got a decent voice, he’s got that crooked smile.
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| Hold on, you haven’t heard the best yet.
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| He writes good storylines, he’s got those honest eyes.
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| So take him home for just $ 9.95.
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| He’ll sing the songs you like, he’ll keep you warm at night.
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| Back down, cash out, that’s the city for ya.
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| Break down and back out, and get what’s coming to you.
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| When you said you were falling apart
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| I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
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| I’m not the type to forget about nights like this,
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| when every single move that I make is documented and scored for style points.
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| The once ambitious one now holds the smoking gun.
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| And if I die in my sleep, are you still willing to be everything you promised
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| you would be?
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| Back down, cash out, that’s the city for ya.
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| Break down and back out, and get what’s coming to you.
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| When you said you were falling apart
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| I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
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| Will you be the first one to tell the neighborhood paper
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| and all my family and friends that still care?
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| Did you buy what I sold and did you feel what I told you?
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| I hope that you still do. |
| Will you promise yourself, that this isn’t all we’ve
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| got?
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| Back down, cash out, that’s the city for ya.
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| Break down and back out, and get what’s coming to you.
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| When you said you were falling apart
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| I thought you meant that you were falling apart. |