[Hook: Pop-punk male lead, full band, huge shouted pop-punk chorus] I hit reply all and I can't take it back Four thousand inboxes and a heart attack Every floor, every office, every printer in the hall Whoa-oh, they all know now, 'cause I hit reply all [Verse 1: Pop-punk male lead, fast pounding punk drums, crunchy power-chord guitars, snotty pop-punk vocal] Three years at a desk by the vent on the floor Sixty-one degrees and a lock on the door I been typin' in mittens, I been wearin' my coat I got icicles hangin' off the end of my quote So I wrote it to Dana in the very next row Every word I been holdin' since the very first snow Called the thermostat a coward, called the building a tomb Called the memo a crime against the whole break room Then I hit the wrong button, dude, I hit the wrong one And the little bar went sending and the sending was done [Hook: Pop-punk male lead, full band, huge shouted pop-punk chorus] I hit reply all and I can't take it back Four thousand inboxes and a heart attack Every floor, every office, every printer in the hall Whoa-oh, they all know now, 'cause I hit reply all [Verse 2: Pop-punk male lead, driving bass guitar, crunchy power-chord guitars, snotty pop-punk vocal] Seriously, I hid in the stairwell for an hour Heard the copy room laughin' and the coffee turnin' sour Somebody in Ohio forwarded it twice Somebody from legal said the language wasn't nice Linda from the mailroom printed it and taped it to a wall Intern from the basement read it out across the hall Then my phone starts buzzin' with a name I never seen It's the top floor, buddy, and the subject line is clean [Hook: Pop-punk male lead, full band, huge shouted pop-punk chorus] I hit reply all and I can't take it back Four thousand inboxes and a heart attack Every floor, every office, every printer in the hall Whoa-oh, they all know now, 'cause I hit reply all [Bridge: Pop-punk male lead, inbox pings on every offbeat and multiplying, drums pounding] Opened it up with my eyes half shut One word sittin' there, and the word was what Same, it said, just same, signed off with a frown And by lunch the whole building was takin' coats down Ninety-two percent of the floor wrote back too Same, same, same, and I'm drownin' in it, dude [Final Hook: Pop-punk male lead, full band, a flood of inbox pings under it, huge shouted pop-punk chorus] I hit reply all and I can't take it back Four thousand inboxes and a heart attack Every floor, every office, every printer in the hall Whoa-oh, they all know now, 'cause I hit reply all [End]
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