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Tell It to the Lyricist

from Pants Were a Bad Idea by HereComeHere

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Wake up, they're hear to get you now
Pack your things and move to the nearest exit
Don't make a peep or they might find you out
Don't make a single sound.

This is what you asked for
You won't get more
So tell it to the lyricist.

You're in over your head and I am over you
Set fire to that bridge, it's long been overdue.

Listen to me.
I'm sick of what you're spouting out, telling your lies
Feed them what they want to hear and stretched truths
Hold me the way you did before you said goodbye
I'd hold you. I'd hold onto you, but what's the use.

This is what you asked for
You don't get more
So tell it to the lyricist.

You're in over your head and I am over you
Set fire to that bridge
So cry me a river and tell it to the lyricist.

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from Pants Were a Bad Idea, released May 13, 2014

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