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No More
No more trying not to laugh as you struggle to squeeze into your trousers
As you slowly go bald
No more listening to Danny Kay Albums,
Or leaping to your voice or jumping when called
No more sleeping through your boring foreign movies
What was it the last time, something Japanese?
No more sitting still while you and all your laywers
Drone on and on about taxi cab fees
No more visiting your mother every Sunday
Choking down her pasta
Which she always oversalts
No more 3 am jealous innuendos, then begging my forgiveness
And then pointing out my faults
No more, no more
Don't look at me that way
Your ears and your eyes, got used to the lies
But you're getting the truth today
No more forcing me to where the crap you buy me
Has anybody told you, you have rotten taste in clothes
No more forcing me to do and not to question
Why I took it this long, Christ only knows
No more forcing me to give up what I wanted
Sure I liked your money, but you never bought my soul
No more forcing me to put up with your patronizing,
Hot stick, King Kong need to control
No more forcing me to act like I enjoy it when you suddenly
Remember that i'm sharing your bed
No more forcing me to lie and say I'm sorry
You wanna play me, baby, well then you go right ahead
No more, no more
Don't look at me that way
You're not alive, we're not alive
You and I die today
No, no more no more no more no more
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No, no more no more no more no more
You and I die today
You're not alive, we're not alive
Don't look at me that way
No more, no more
You wanna play me, baby, well then you go right ahead
No more forcing me to lie and say I'm sorry
Remember that i'm sharing your bed
No more forcing me to act like I enjoy it when you suddenly
Hot stick, King Kong need to control
No more forcing me to put up with your patronizing,
Sure I liked your money, but you never bought my soul
No more forcing me to give up what I wanted
Why I took it this long, Christ only knows
No more forcing me to do and not to question
Has anybody told you, you have rotten taste in clothes
No more forcing me to where the crap you buy me
But you're getting the truth today
Your ears and your eyes, got used to the lies
Don't look at me that way
No more, no more
And then pointing out my faults
No more 3 am jealous innuendos, then begging my forgiveness
Which she always oversalts
Choking down her pasta
No more visiting your mother every Sunday
Drone on and on about taxi cab fees
No more sitting still while you and all your laywers
What was it the last time, something Japanese?
No more sleeping through your boring foreign movies
Or leaping to your voice or jumping when called
No more listening to Danny Kay Albums,
As you slowly go bald
No more trying not to laugh as you struggle to squeeze into your trousers
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