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Far be it for me to tell you
To pack your things and sail south
Far be it for me to stand you
Why'd you leave a bad taste in my mouth?

Maybe I could have pulled that banter
But someone has to keep you in your place
Maybe we could have been much closer
But then you always had your own space

When we were much younger
We were drenched in malediction
We would only have looked half as stupid
Once we were like some reversed addiction

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