Save the sad for real life my best friend cries at the movies
Even when the story's old and bad
And the tube hurts
And my arm hurts
And the movie is sad Because he drinks too much and you don't need it
Save your tears they're for the injured man
Get me down or wake me up
Emotion drives the car home and hollers
In a cyclone next to my brother I holler
There is no one like my brother Sick with pleasure
I may get sick there Tomorrow's a new day
The roof it rips and then my house is a cave
And say you're not going anywhere
It is a cave where I hide the car keys from myself Even if your mother's waiting at the door with a towel
You can't dry off the
The hurt no more
Tomorrow is too late
My best friend said so
Tomorrow is too late
You can't dry off the
The hurt no more I save the sad for real life my best friend cries at the movies
Even when the story's old and bad
And the tube hurts
And the movie is sadAnd my arm hurts.
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