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Dear Irony - Whitehorse
Dear irony across the bridge and now we're lost on Bedford street
Never meant to get our wires crossed you see
So I'll give it to you straight the hour is getting late
Dear irony the thrill you spill on Williamsburg is lost on me
Can't we just agree to disagree
Please don't make me talk about it I don't want to fight
Hey e*****y you always let the better get the best of me
You sink your teeth so deep that I am left to bleed
Now the hotel key's expired the chambermaid so tired
Sweet mockery you and I share too much dirty history
It's not that I can't go for all your mystery
Such ordinary fears are boring us to tears
