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 Lyrics: 
 One, two, three, four
 Hey old man, how many times we gotta tell ya?
 We don't want none, but where you been so long?
 Hey girl, come on over, that'll be just fine
 If it ain't working, take a whiz on the world
 An entire nation drinking from a dirty cup
 My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups, yeah
 When I'm walking, my head is practically dragging
 Yeah, and all I ever see is just a whole lot of dirt
 My whole life's been one long running gag
 Two packs of red apples for the long ride home
 Well, you know, baby
 
 Sick of walking, so you took a wrong-way train
 Then you sat down and couldn't get up
 My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups, yeah
 My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups
 
 I don't know if it's real, but it's how I feel
 Don't know if you really came, but I feel dumb in asking
 You should've been an actress, you're so domineering
 Take two white gold earrings for your troubles, ma'am
 When it's looking dark, punch the future in the face
 Instead of standing, I'm running around
 The sharpest tool in school don't even know what's up
 My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups, yeah
 
 
		
		
	
 
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