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The radio's on, the song they play |
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Can't make no sense of what they say |
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I couldn't tell you if |
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I knewDon't understand most things |
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I seeIn the blue light of the |
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TVI couldn't tell you what to do |
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Rita, it all just seems too much |
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And sometimes maybe not enough |
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My head is so, so filled up |
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And Rita, |
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I guess I think too much |
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Or maybe sometimes not enough |
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My head is always so filled up |
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I hold the phone close to my ear |
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Can't recognize the voice |
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I hearCouldn't remember what they said |
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The newspaper stacks up on the step |
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I can't believe how long |
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I sleptNow why should |
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I get out of bed |
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Rita, it all just seems too much |
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And sometimes maybe not enough |
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My head is so, so filled up |
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And Rita, |
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I guess I think too much |
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Or maybe sometimes not enough |
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My head is always so filled up |
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There was a thing floating way up there |
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Was it a wish or another prayer |
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It was just stuck, stuck up in the air |