Birthday Song

Eight years old to the day
 You blew your candles off the cake
 Wishing too hard for them to stay
 You burnt the house down
 She held the match, he held her face
 You learned to hate your birthday
 Calling her bitch, despite your wish
 They had to separate
 And the room sings
 And it sounds like leaving home
 And the room sings
 "We know something you don't"
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 Now he's quite the stand-up guy
 He's stood you up 'least twelve times
 And when he finally does arrive
 He brings his new wife
 The family shrink from second floor
 The one he claimed he couldn't afford
 Your mother cries, clings to the floor
 You knock his lights out
 And the room sings
 And it sounds like leaving home
 And the room sings
 "We know something you don't"
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 And the room sings
 And it sounds like leaving home
 The room sings
 "We know something you don't"
 The room sings
 And it sounds like there's no love