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		<title>By: DigitalCowboy &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Lyrics for Lisa</title>
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		<description>[...] I only came close to being married twice. The second relationship resulted in marriage, my lovely daughters and my current problems. The first ended at a Parrot Head Party. I had been shopping for engagement rings and thinking about proposing to her at the Buffett concert. We partied all day with the Parrot Heads and had a good time, mostly. At the very end, we got in a fight and broke up just before the concert started. We both &#8220;attended&#8221; the actual concert alone and pissed off. It was a long drive home and I was so fed up with her by the end of the show that she almost didn&#8217;t get a ride home from me. At the time, I thought it was an awfully expensive breakup. If I&#8217;d only known then how much more expensive they could get&#8230;. [...]</description>
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