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    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.

    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 you bad habits underneath
    the patio, patio, patio, patio.

    You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.
    You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.

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    Composition: Ben Gibbard

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