I can feel your goodbye comin
Like a storm up from the south
The rainll splatter at the back door
The windll whistle round the house
So its you and Howie Johnston
Somebody told me at the store
I guess Id better get used
To the idea of you
Not around anymore
And so, Im doin my best to prepare for the worst
And Id better get use to the hunger and thirst
I gotta find me a potion
To take for the pain
And all youve got to lose
Is my last name
I know hes cute and hes got money
I aint no handsome fancy Dan
In a way its sad and kinda funny
Youll be ok and Ill be damned
So I best be gettin ready
For the bitter nights alone
Sleepin on the couch
Wake up starting out
Livin life on my own
Yeah, all youve got to lose is my last name
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