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Dear Editor,
03:14
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Oh, oh-oh...
I'm a big fan of all that you do
I'm a lifetime subscriber of you
But I needed to point out a few
Misconceptions
The attempt you had thought I had made
To manipulate and to persuade
With words I had carefully weighed
Your perceptions
I was never more honest than when
I rejected again and again
Accusations that I would defend
With exceptions
The volume increased as we strained
To purport that which we had maintained
Despite contrary proof and sustained
Interjections
Without a doubt
You're the chip on the shoulder that I carry around…oh, I wrote it down
Without a doubt
You're the chip on the shoulder that I carry around…oh, I wrote it down
Oh, without a doubt
Oh, oh-oh...
And to that which you swore was the case
And would furthermore serve to displace
And for intent and purpose erase
I resent it
Understand that it hurts to perceive
Your opinion that I'm so naive
That I'd much rather choose to believe
Than dissect it
I have mastered a very few things
And collected a very few rings
But one sport with which I engage kings
Is the written word
It is there I can easily parse
My emotions so they remain sparse
And our bout won't devolve into farce
And at last, I'm “heard”
Without a doubt
You're the chip on the shoulder that I carry around…oh, I wrote it down
Without a doubt
You're the chip on the shoulder that I carry around…oh, I wrote it down
Oh, I put it down
Oh, I worked it out
Oh, without a doubt
Oh, oh-oh...
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Fair
03:13
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Stare
Waiting for answers to appear
And swear
Nothing like this has ever happened to anyone
It’s so sad
No solutions to be had
Fair
State of a common prayer
Calling it in the air
Fill out a questionnaire
And send in the coast guard
And please give my regards to fair
Care?
When’s that apology getting here?
Nowhere, that’s where we’re getting
I thought I had made myself clear
It’s so bad
Retribution’s ironclad
Fair
State of a common prayer
Calling it in the air
Fill out a questionnaire
And send in a post card
Signed, “With warm regards to fair"
Owe me
Owe you
Oh, my god
Only
If you
Can show cause
It’s so sad
Restitutions in the bag
Fair
State of a common prayer
Calling it in the air
Fill out a questionnaire
And send in the coast guard
And please give my regards to
Fair
State of a common prayer
Calling it in the air
Fill out a questionnaire
And send in a post card
Signed, “With warm regards to fair"
My regards to fair
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Saturday
03:39
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It’s Saturday
It’s the only day
That I can get things done
The only day
Is Saturday
When love's on the run
Don’t they know that it’s Saturday?
It’s the only day that we can
Share before they put us away
For what we done to that man
Please close the blinds
So they think that there’s nobody home
If we must talk let us whisper
Like everyone’s gone
We'll share this day forever
It's our little day to the end
Won’t let them take you from me again
Not on Saturday
It’s Saturday
It’s the only day
That I can get things done
The only day
Is Saturday
When love's on the run
Don’t they know that it’s Saturday?
It’s the only day that we can
Share before they put us away
For what we done to that man
For what we done to that man
Please close the blinds
So they think that there’s nobody home
If we must talk let us whisper
Like everyone's gone
We'll share this day forever
It's our little day to the end
Won’t let them take you from me again
Not on Saturday
Saturday
Not Saturday
Ever again
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