All my ex-girlfriends
Will pack up
Peace out
Waterbed wobblies
That aren't morning
Sickness
All I need is Christmas
The other days don't
Matter
I want my vows
To sound like cannons
You want your pasts
Squeaky set
You want my pasts
Dumbed down
Annotated
And held overhead
Like it's not going to kill me
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