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D                    G
If we're talking about love,
D             A
Then I have to tell you
 D             G
Dear readers: I'm not sure where
     D                 A
I'm headed, I've gotten lost before

G           A                  F
I've woke up stone drunk face down in the floor

Chorus:
 A                  G        D
Late afternoon the house is hot
A          G  D
I started, I jumped up
A         G       D
Everyone hates a bore,
A          G       D
Everybody hates a drunk

This may be a lip invention
Professors muddled in their intent
To try to rope in followers
To float their malcontent
As for this reader
I'm already spent

Chorus:
Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Everyone hates a sad professor
I hate where I wound up

Dear readers, my apologies
I'm drifting in and out of sleep
Long silence presents the tragedies
Of love. Note the age. Get afraid
The surface hazy with attendant thoughts
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks

Chorus:
Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Everyone hates a bore
Everybody hates a drunk
Everyone hates a sad professor
I hate where I wound up
I hate where I wound up