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I'm on a straight line when a man comes around |
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And he got lines in the suit |
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Coming out to make us moot |
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I'm moving on now if |
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I like it or not |
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He says I've got nowhere to go |
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Tell me something |
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I don't know |
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He's painting it out like |
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I don't want to know |
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The picture has come down |
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I'm taking it off and throwing it out |
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The picture is about what could have been easier |
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The picture is coming around now |
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How come I feel so washed up |
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At such a such a tender age now |
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How come I feel so washed up |
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The picture is coming around now |
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It could have been easier |
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At such a such a tender age |
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I'm listening to the comforting sound |
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Of some kind of work being done outside |
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Of sounds from next door the walls don't hide |
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I'm listening to mountain to sound |
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And the way it's panned is cool |
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But when I get back home to you |
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There's got to be something more than that too |
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The human resource clerk |
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Has two cigarettes and back to work |
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She eats right but hurts |
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And she says it could have been good by now |
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It could have been more than a wage yeah |
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How come she feels so washed up |
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At such a such a tender age now |
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It could have been easier |
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It could have been more than a wage |
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How come she feels so washed up at such a tender age |
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I'm on a straight line and a man comes around |
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And I got nowhere to go |
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Come back and tell something |
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I don't know |
