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Things were going pretty well 'till i died
On that summer afternoon
When you broke down before my eyes
Well i got a streak of meaness
A clumsy way of speaking
And i don't know where i get it from
It must run in my family
Do i have to go down on my knees?
This is my 16th apology to you
With friends like me who needs enemies
I got a river the size of my rage
Which is really something else
When you think of my tender age
Well i got a way about me
But it's hard for me to see it
And i don't know when i'm wrong
Why am i so hard to please?
Do i have to go down on my knees?
This is my 16th apology to you
With friends like me who needs enemies
The things i said about you
Were all said yesterday
I didn't mean to hurt you
Maybe we could work it out someday
Do i have to go down on my knees?
This is my 16th apology to you
With friends like me who needs enemies
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