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I'll crawl out of this hole soon enough take my ring off, sell the carI wish you hell with your newblonde bombshelljust as soon as I remove the books stacked on the bed where your legs used to rest Instead But now, now I can't stand itI can't bake the bread or bring home the flowersthis divorce is giganticand I've always been slowTo get off of some drugsTo let go of some loves I'll crawl out of this holesoon enough take my ring off From Letras Mania