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Funny what you think of after a collapse
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While lying in the dirt the first thing that comes back is never quite what you’d have guessed
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And if you could have, you probably would’ve said you’d check if all your limbs were intact still and then try to get out
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We played house with the neighbors in their basement
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Sister made me husband she was older so I did her bidding
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I remember once their dad came in said, “You think this is bad?
You don’t know the half.” And he laughed.
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It’s funny what things come back
The first things you see
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How he sort of smiled like it’s only a joke but he was lying
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There was something else inside of his eyes
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All those secrets people tell to little children
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Are warnings that they give them
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Like, “Look, I’m unhappy. Please don’t make the same mistake as me.”
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Why are those old worn out jokes on married life told at toasts at receptions still?
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How does it never occur how often couples get burned and end uncertain in Splitsville?
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Funny what you think of in the wreckage, lying there in the dirt and the dust and the glass
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How you’re suddenly somewhere, in the desert, in the nighttime, and it’s getting close to Christmas
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And then her and that movie voice she uses when she reads,
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“Welcome to the Land of Enchantment” from a highway sign
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And it’s late so you take the next exit
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When that trip ended we came back the rent was due I was jobless
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I guess in retrospect I should’ve sensed decay
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Then that day, how you said, “I just don’t know” and I promised

We’d rearrange things to fix the mess I’d made here
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But I guess in the end we just moved furniture around 
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But I guess in the end we just moved furniture around 
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But I guess in the end we just moved furniture around 

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But I guess in the end it sort of feels like every day it’s harder to stay happy where you are
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There are all these ways to look through the fence into your neighbor’s yard
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Why even risk it? It’s safer to stay distant
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When it’s so hard now to just be content
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Because there’s always something else
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Now I’m proposing my own toast, composing my own joke for those married men
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Maybe I’m miserable, I’d rather run for mayor in Splitsville than suffer your jokes again