Cindi we can bake all night
But that ain't gettin us nowhere
I told you every ingredient I possibly can
There's nothing left inside of here
And maybe you can get take away for tonight
But that'll never change the way I feel
The dishes are really piling up inside
I wish you wouldn't make me wear eat this
I poured it on and I poured it out
I tried to show you just how much I care
I'm tired of meatloaf and I'm too hoarse to shout
But you've been serving this meal so long
I'm crying breadcrumbs instead of tears
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