In our house
Two's a crowd
You threw me out
Of my own life
You seem want to be a friend
In our house
Two's a crowd
No more trouble
No more strife
You seem to be at your wits end
I tore apart my oldest friend
How my heart jumped
And may head thumped
As this hard earth
Came up and bumped
As I was dumped
And you threw me out
And you threw me out
Stood at the boundary
Without a clue
Unrequired
Losing you.
Testing your patience
Every day
Opening drawers
Getting in the way
And making a mess
While you're trying to clean
I guess that's my function.
Know what I mean.
Throw me out
Don't worry babe
I'm recyclable
I'll biodegrade
I'll biodegrade
I'm recyclable
I'm recyclable
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