My Own Best Enemy

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Yo! Bum rush the show!

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There's a cop salivating on the 
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patio

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And my mind is in remission

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The finger snacks are on display

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Traveling in your spirit

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It's better to be lonely with 
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bologna

Hey, stack up the bills
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The highway is covered with 
weight-loss pills
And I'm eating all the coupons
They taste like special skin
She's the gal I long for
I'd love to smother her with 
leftovers

Now there's a dead kid trying to 
sleep
And the shallow side of things
Never looked so deep
Well, it's less than you expected
'Cause it's more than you could ever
 know
If you can't pull off bitterness
Some slight alienation could be just
 as good

G  O

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And it's the most depressing cop-out

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My eyes did ever see

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I'd rather be your own

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I'd rather be my own worst friend...


Let me try that one more time!

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I'd rather be your worst friend

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Than my own best enemy!