歌词
I took the 405 and drove a stake down into your center,
And stated that it's never ever been better than this.
I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard,
Wrinkled up from pulling pushing and tasting, tasting.
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You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.
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Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer.
I missed the exit to your parents' house hours ago.
Red wine and the cigarettes:
Hide your bad habits underneath the patio, patio, patio, patio.
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You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.
You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.