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I should have killed you myself It was always a dream of mine I could have used a little help But red wine's been a good friend of mine I got sad news Take off your shoes Sit down for a while A while, a while Oh I'm wearing me out I'm wearing my old clothes Letras de cancionesI'm writing all new poems I'm riding in my car Oh, the children, they're just babies Little baby-sized socks and shoes And I think that maybe I should keep them away from you I crawl in and then I creep out outloud I got a job, I'm not proud, I'm not proud, no I'm wearing me out I'm wearing my old clothes I'm writing all new poems I'm riding in my car Sad, sad, I got sad news I got sad news I got sad news But it (sad, sad, sad, sad) it's all over now It (sad, sad, sad, sad) It's all done Red, red rover I can't remember the game I'm wearing me out I'm wearing my old clothes I'm writing all new poems I'm riding in my car From Letras Mania