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I´m moving in
She´s moving out to Los Angeles
She´s got a truck; she´s got my stuff
Packed into it
Just seven months
Was just enough
Of putting up with me
Imagine that
A baseball bat upside her TV
she says she needs some therapy
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You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And now it´s 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way
She calls me up
She´s breaking down
In Los Angeles
She misses home
She´s all alone
She can´t handle it
But seven months was just enough
Of putting up with her
You´re brand new nose & bigger boobs
Don´t change a thing
You need some therapy
I think you need some help
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She´s got a lot to figure out
She´s got a lot to think about
She´s got a lot to forget about
She´s got a lot to live without
So many things to miss about me
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