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So What
who's gonna give a shit
who's gonna take the call
when you find out that the road ahead
is painted on a wall
and you're turned up to top volume
and you're just sitting there in pause
with your feral little secret
scratching at you with its claws
and you're trying hard to figure out
just exactly how you feel
before you end up parked and sobbing
forehead on the steering wheel
who are you now
and who were you then
that you thought somehow
you could just pretend
that you could figure it all out
the mathematics of regret
so it takes two beers to remember now
and five to forget
that i loved you so
yeah, i loved you, so what
how many times undone
can one person be
as they're careening through the facade
of their favorite fantasy
you just close your eyes slowly
like you're waiting for a kiss
and hope some lowly little power
will pull you out of this
but none comes at first
and little comes at all
and when inspiration finally hits you
it barely even breaks your fall
who were you then
and who are you now
that you can't pretend
that it'll all work out
subtract out the impact
and the fall is all you get
so heres two beers to remember why
and three more to forget
i loved you so
yeah, i loved you, so what
i loved you
so what
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so what
i loved you
yeah, i loved you, so what
i loved you so
and three more to forget
so heres two beers to remember why
and the fall is all you get
subtract out the impact
that it'll all work out
that you can't pretend
and who are you now
who were you then
it barely even breaks your fall
and when inspiration finally hits you
and little comes at all
but none comes at first
will pull you out of this
and hope some lowly little power
like you're waiting for a kiss
you just close your eyes slowly
of their favorite fantasy
as they're careening through the facade
can one person be
how many times undone
yeah, i loved you, so what
that i loved you so
and five to forget
so it takes two beers to remember now
the mathematics of regret
that you could figure it all out
you could just pretend
that you thought somehow
and who were you then
who are you now
forehead on the steering wheel
before you end up parked and sobbing
just exactly how you feel
and you're trying hard to figure out
scratching at you with its claws
with your feral little secret
and you're just sitting there in pause
and you're turned up to top volume
is painted on a wall
when you find out that the road ahead
who's gonna take the call
who's gonna give a shit
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