I'm moving in
  She's moving out to Los Angeles
  She's got a truck; she's got my stuff
  Packed into it
  Just seven months
  Was just enough
  Of putting up with me
  Imagine that
  A baseball bat upside her TV
    she says she needs some therapy
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  You know it seemed so simple before
  She could have asked
  I would have given her anything
  And now it's 1, 2, 3
  Blame it all on me
  And I had to find it out the hard way
    She calls me up
  She's breaking down
  In Los Angeles
  She misses home
  She's all alone
  She can't handle it
  But seven months was just enough
  Of putting up with her
  You're brand new nose & bigger boobs
  Don't change a thing
    You need some therapy
  I think you need some help
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    She's got a lot to figure out
  She's got a lot to think about
  She's got a lot to forget about
  She's got a lot to live without
  So many things to miss about me
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