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Lyrics: "I'm not a whipper in the wind Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle Or your thick skin Escape yells both our names out loud We run like hell, I'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out I watched your dad give you away I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away Make-up sits on your face like tar The champagne flutes poorly engineered Employ dixie cups and jars Like minds let go of doubt I watched it blow right out and