| It was fifty degrees in December
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| And the heat in my house is always broke
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| So it feels about twenty-five colder
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| And I can’t feel my fingers and toes
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| I miss the G train with a passion
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| That used to be reserved for hate
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| And I’m getting too carried away
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| With the bullshit of leaving today
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| I know that I’m getting bored
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| Real bored of myself
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| Cause I’m getting too carried away
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| With the bullshit of leaving today
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| I know that I’m getting bored
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| Real bored of myself
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| It was 3:00 with friends in Boston
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| And I’m digging the winter’s first snow
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| Now it’s midnight, I’m drinking Blue Ribbons
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| And I’m already sick of the cold
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| The bartender skipped my Tom Waits song
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| It’s Wham! |
| now, I wanna go go
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| Cause I’m getting too carried away
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| With the bullshit of leaving today
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| I know that I’m getting bored
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| Real bored of myself
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| Cause I’m getting too carried away
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| With the bullshit of leaving today
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| I know that I’m getting bored
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| Real bored of myself
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| Let’s live like elephants, stomping on sycophants
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| Paws in a polygraph
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| Not favor loneliness over companionship
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| Let’s not be jealous
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| Let’s give the pretentious a cure
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| And not just a name
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| Cause I’m getting too carried away
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| With the bullshit of leaving today
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| I’m really more than just
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| Quite a bit bored with myself
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| Cause I’m getting too carried away
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| With the bullshit of leaving today
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| I didn’t want to be
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| This damn unsure of myself
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| But it never seems to get warmer
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| No matter how far south you go
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| It’ll get too hot in the summer
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| And the sweat will soak right through your clothes
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| And you’ll feel self-conscious and awkward
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| And the feeling stays with you all day
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| Until you go and put on a new t-shirt
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| And throw that old one away |