A pocket full of quarters and a high score
I told you, I told you, there's nothing to be sad for
The world is so sublime, you're gonna do just fine
And I don't even know why
No I don't even know why
And I recall how my blood was almost boiling
I can't believe I blamed you for being so annoying
I call you seven times, but you don't pick up the line
And I wish I didn't know why
No I wish I didn't know why
What's with this?
I told you not to mess around
What's with this?
The news is all around town
What's with this?
You held it all then put it down
What's with this?
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Lyrics submitted by chris.
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