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A quarter past we were intimate
Half past I'd been degraded
From a lover, a friend, a confidant
To a guy that you once dated
Well see if I care
A quarter to I was shouting at you
At the hour I was gone
I guess it's true what they say
Time sure flies when you're having fun
What am I supposed to do now?
Two steps forward, three steps back
Miss your next turn, have a heart attack
Love is an art, if you pass by start
No longer someone's honey, don't collect the money
What should I do with that gift I got for you?
I don't think they'll take a return
I'll find an active volcano and drop it down
And watch that bastard burn, burn, burn
You said that you loved me
But that was a quarter past three
Now it's midnight, and all hope is lost
Time is money and I can't afford the cost
You say it's not me, it's you
Well fuck you too
Two steps forward, three steps back
Miss your next turn, have a heart attack
Love is an art, if you pass by start
No longer someone's honey, don't collect the money
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